Whenever life get you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough.
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite enu-hu-hu-huuuuff!
Just - re-member that you're playing in a game that's farming
and farming for 900 hours a month,
We're farming at 19 waves a minute, so it's reckoned,
and the food is the source of all our woes.
The farm and you and me, and all the NPC's that we see,
are refreshing up to three times every day,
In the super server site, merged from 63 and 66,
this the Galaxy we call SS18.
Our world itself contains 640 thousand cells,
it's 800 unique valleys side-to-side,
We farm it in the middle, and completely side to side,
we even wrap around the zero point.
We're 30 million units from keeping the troops all fed,
so we'd better send a few more waves.
And our farm effort is only one of millions of billions
in this dreadful and hungry universe.
The troops themselves keep on eating and eating,
every bite of food we're able to obtain,
As fast as they can go, at the speed of light you know,
twelve million bites a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're farming very much and feeling bored,
how amazingly unlikely is this game,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere on the net,
because there's bugger all right here in Evony.
(based on the Galaxy song by Monthy Python)

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