Twas the night before an airdrop, when all through CT,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a wassie.

The wallets were ready, all fueled with Gas,
In hopes this distribution would not be ass.

The farmers were locked in, no one in their beds,
While visions of green candles danced in their heads.

When the checker went live, the Dune dashboard crashed,
I leaned forward in my chair, refresh button mashed.

The numbers filled up, my eyes went wide,
And that was just the first wallet I tried.

Each address was checked, one at a time,
Counting how much free money was mine,

More rapid than reply guys, the projects all dropped!
Posting announcements while midcurvers called, “Top!”

Now Movement! Now Eigen!
Now Fuel and Pengu!
On Jupiter, on Bera!
On, Hyperliquid, too!

To the top of the charts,
to the top of mindshare!
Inversebrah! Inversebrah!
Get the frok in here!

Hard work was rewarded, being early paid off,
Now I could prove my hands weren’t soft.

I took a screenshot for the timeline to see,
Expecting my followers to congratulate me,

But I saw the disclaimer after posting my flex,
“Happy Airdrop to all, now wait six months to vest.”