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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
A little word of doubtful number,
A foe to rest and peaceful slumber.
If you add an "s" to this,
Great is the metamorphosis.
Plural is plural now no more,
And sweet what bitter was before.
What am I?
No plain fanfold paper could hold that fractal Puff --
He grew so fast no plotting pack could shrink him far enough.
Compiles and simulations grew so quickly tame
And swapped out all their data space when Puff pushed his stack frame.
(refrain)
Puff
💛 -- 💃 -- 🎁 -- 🌳 -- 👾 -- 🚘 -- 🌂 -- 🔋 -- 👳 -- 👽 -- 🥞 -- 💎 -- 🏓 -- 🍖 -- 🎄