daibhidc | Terry Pratchett 1948-2015

I thought this might be easier than trying to write in coherent sentences. It wasn't...

Long, long time ago,
But I can still remember when those books first made me smile.
And I knew seeing Rincewind run,
Through Ankh-Morpork was lots of fun,
And it could keep me happy for a while.

But then I read the news so bitter,
Coming from Facebook and Twitter,
No more on the forum,
Noli Timere Messorum,
I do remember that I cried,
When I read the last tweet he'd provide,
'Cos something touched me deep inside,
The day the magic died.

I was singing
So bye-ee, Sir Pterry OBE,
Took a tanker down to Lancre, but all I saw were trees.
And all the fans were blogging their memories,
Saying this is what the man meant to me.
This is what the man meant to me.

Did you read the Octavo?
And do you know when reannuals grow?
That's what the creator said.
Do you believe in dwarfs and trolls?
And music filling Buddy's soul?
And would you spell wizzard with double zed?

Well, I knew that there were more like me,
When I first encountered afp.
They showed me to a chair,
There was an alligator over there!
I was a social-phobic with a student debt,
Chatting away back on Usenet,
The friends I made and later met,
And then the magic died.

We were singing
So bye-ee, Sir Pterry OBE,
Took a ferry to Blackbury where I met the ScreeWee.
And all the fans were blogging their memories,
Saying this is what the man meant to me.
This is what the man meant to me.

And there we were all in one place,
As though we'd wandered through L-Space,
And we'd meet again and again,
So thank you, Brian Nisbet, Dr Hix,
Paul Kruzycki dunked in custard mix,
And all the others who their time could spend.

And as we reached the Maskerade,
Our quacking left the host dismayed,
The costumes done so well,
Winners were hard to tell.
And as we talked throughout the night,
To celebrate what he did write,
I saw Terry chuckle with delight,
But then the magic died.

We were singing
So bye-ee, Sir Pterry OBE,
Took the left fork to Ankh-Morpork down by the Circle Sea.
And all the fans were blogging their memories,
Saying this is what the man meant to me.
This is what the man meant to me.

I met a girl who sang some filk,
And many others of that ilk,
But didn't know just what to say.
I looked at what the novels said,
And learnt that a man is not dead,
Until the ripples he made fade away.

And on the net we cried and laughed,
We quoted words sublime and daft.
As long as his name's spoken,
The world does not seem broken.
And at eight o'clock we all did post,
In honour of the Discworld's host,
And raised our glasses in a toast,
The magic does not die.

We were singing
So bye-ee, Sir Pterry OBE,
Spent time campin' in Wincanton back in reality.
And all the fans were blogging their memories,
Saying this is what the man meant to me.