Well they gave her the orders, back east on the Atoll
Sayin' hey, you're way outta line
This ain't Prim 38, its the Mesh 97
You must put her in to Tuliptree on time
Then she turned right around, to the plywood dusted fireman
Shovelled on a few more cubes
We'll cross the ridge past of Pini and straight on to Crenulate
Just watch the old 97 fly..
But it's a rough set of borders from Crumbi to Sabre
and Leafroller's a double sim cross
It was on the border from Lappet she lost her locomotion
See how she hit the blocks
She was going cross the ridge, 'bout 90 miles an hour
When she slammed into an unseen wall
Came to a screaming dead halt, trying to get out of Magnum
Never to run on SL Server no more
Then the telegram comes through, to SLRR HQ
And this is how it read,
Oh the brave engineer on the old 97
Like flypaper the Server stopped her dead
So now all you Second Life travellers, better stay home a waitin'
don't venture on that windswept road
Keep your mesh in the shed, don't drive that shiny engine
'Cos Havok's gonna spill your load.