The faithful were ready, asleep in their homes,
With thoughts of Mac tablets a-dance in their domes;
As Phil with his keyboard, and Steve with his phone,
Prepared to present and to throw us a bone,
But out on the Web sites there was such a clatter,
I surfed to them all, to read up on their patter.
We dreamed of new hardware, new software, new gear,
More movies, an
a-growl to make
And one more thing too, but what could that be?
Not even the journalists were privy to see.
Then what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a glorious limo whose purpose was clear,
With a little old driver, and a man in the back,
We all knew in our hearts that he’d be dressed in black.
More rapid than eagles, his people they came,
And he whistled, cajoled, and he called them by name;
To all of the pilgrims who’d flown on long flights,
Happy Expo to all, and to all a good night.