soooooo...i wrote a poem in honor of her majesties return from the hinterland...where much ado about something hath squelched her happy heart jus' a wee bit...
hey ! g4-g4-g4 is back
rarin' to go for a big mac attack
ready to run w'da macca-fiend pack
when it comes to rock, she ain't no hack
yes...g4-g4-g4- is back !
for far too long she were down in the sack
twas macca cameraderie we all know she lacked
but don't give her poop, 'cause this chick is stacked
with magic aplenty...and mystical powers to thwak !
yes, friends, it's true: g4 is mos' back !
and now we await her everpresent tact
her ruminatin' ways 'n her firm grip o' facts
her deep love for some rock...it's always exact
almost like she signed one-a those devilish pacts
...da big G is back !!
at the end of the end it's the start of a journey to a much better place and this wasn't bad so a much better place would have to be special...no need to be sad...