Oh goo, there you are, so sticky Built in towers that look so icky But when I look real close and far I see your goo balls for what they are Hard workers for a common cause To feed the people (and Santa Clause) With your shiny gloss and irresistable smell I makes you want to go out and yell "What delicious goo balls these are today!" And the whole of World of Goo will say "Hooray!" For it is you the goo balls, of many varieties That please the taste buds of many societies So now you see, my dear old goo How so many people are fond of you And how your life is given not in vein The World of Goo Corporation will bring no pain And your death will be a sad time, that everyone will mourn But people will rejoice seeing what it was given for And all of the animals, the Nooks and the Clysics Will thank World of Goo for this thing we call physics
-A poem by The Goo Ball Guru |