[Verse 1]
The board was young, the thread slate clean
No words yet on the ‘chen was seen
No toks were post on MegucaTV
When Josh Ing woke and typed alone
He named the nekos and their socks;
He archived a lot of LATAM toks
He scrolled the fyp for a year
And saw an @ of gems appear
Dangan cosplays in chinese app
And he wrote the first neko rap




[Verse 2]
The ‘chen was fair, the user count small
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty cats in Nekoland
And Geckochen, who now beyond
The Western ‘fus have passed away:
The world was fair in Josh Ing's Day




[Verse 3]
A king he was on Sanrio Board
In many +2’d threads of old
With a dozen parodies without fault
And infinite NekoCoins in his vault
The ‘chive of boin, and ‘cid and funk
He was 6’5 and called a hunk
Unbothered by baldness or obesity
There stood the mayor of nekocity


[Verse 4]
Unwearied then were Josh Ing's folk;
On the cat board nekos woke:
The posters post, the voicers sang
And every day the parodies bang


[Verse 5]
The board is dead, the megumines old
The cord’s chat is ashen-cold
No post is begun, no (You)s call
The darkness dwells in Josh Ing's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Meguca, in Burma News
I’m rushing this parody real quick
In dark and sunless Reykjavik
There lies his ‘puter with a quiet beep
Till Josh Ing wakes again from sleep