In a sea of tokens riding high, Plebbit stands firm, though markets lie. While the bull runs wild and dreams ignite, Esteban builds with an unwavering might. With Rinse and Tom, the Ark takes form, Through the FUD, through the storm. Champ scribbles madness, wisdom or jest, While GGWP declares, "It’s over"—again, no rest. Bog schemes his scams, Apu grumbles the logo, Yet the spirit of Plebbits burns brighter than FOMO. Hellena shines, the Plebbitor laughs, The soul of the project, unbroken, it crafts. Faith in the mission, solid as stone, A haven for freedom, where seeds are sown. So hold strong, dear plebs, the tide will turn, For the Ark is afloat, and soon it will burn— Not in failure, but a beacon’s glow, A decentralized future for all to know. So keep your plebs close, your hearts alight, For Plebbit will make it, against all might!