Following Formatgeddon [the new format], the new FRabylonian Governors have created many new Provinces where before there was one. Unless the citizen of FRabylonia deliberately goes into the other Provinces, his neighborhood will be smaller than it used to be. FReeland has been compartmentalized and fractalized. Who will lead us out of this captivity?
Let us sing our lamentation
By the Rivers of FRabylon
By the rivers of FRabylon
where we sat down
And there we were
When we remembered Zion.
For the wicked, they
Carried us away in captivity
And required of us a song
How can we sing our song
In a strange land.
So let the words of our mouth
And the meditations of our heart
Be acceptable within Thy sight
I and I.
Hold on a minute. I think there's a burning bush out in the yard. (BTW, did you know that there are bushes in that area that will spontaneously combust?)