I, beginning Hobbit-like
Typing the binary path
That leads to mooc’ish fields and dreams
Shearing off the schaff

Learning more and knowing less
Where this trail may lead
Following with a merry clan
In fellowship do we feed

On clicks of fruit but lately grown
And in our bellies ripen
Stroke by stroke and post by post
The ring of knowledge tighten

With freedom are we likely linked

To go and come again
Will this company of strangers
Become a group of friends?

The paths go ever ever on
In qwerty zigging zags
Watching the birds ever flocking
To briefly hashing tags