This day is called the Ascent of Verwaayen: He that outlives the layoffs, and goes safe home, Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Verwaayen. He that shall survive this time and remain t'old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say "To-morrow is Ben Verwaayen's day": Then will he expose his soul and show his scars And say "These wounds I had ere Verwaayen's time." Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What research he did that time. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words Jeong the King, Gee and Wim, Rod and Krishnan, Debasis and Sid, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Verwaayen's day shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we here shall be remember'd; We few, we shell-shock'd few, we band of MTS; For he this time that shares his intellect with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This time shall gentle his condition: And engineers at Google now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That toiled with us in Ben Verwaayen's time.