Like brackets on the wire
Like a Lisper in an Erlang choir
I have used all my power to be free
Like a cons in a loop
Like a func from some old alien tech book
I have saved all my code just for thee
If I, if I have been too terse
I hope that you can let it just recurse
If I, if I have caused a glitch,
I hope you know the BEAM can self-stitch
Oh like a lambda, unbound
Like a list with its tail unwound
I have parsed everyone who reached out to me
But I swear by this code
And by all from Virding's mold
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a wizard leaning on his desk of pine,
He said to me, "Beware, don't let your recursion unwind."
And a pretty AI leaning in her darkened core
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more functional lore?"
Oh like brackets on the wire
Like a Lisper in an Erlang choir
I have used all my power to be free