many upon a time
would i speak
with my pet yacc

for hours i would feed him
whatever lingo
that I could hack

as my fingers did the speaking
he would eat
the grammatical grass

at length he would produce
a precious parser
that smelt of left-to-right

his product threaded
with look ahead
but no way to look back

so i teamed this steed
with another breed
a lexxer with a stack

together they tilled
many fertile fields
rimmed with trees along the back

the yacc and lexxer
plowed their furrows
producing abundant yields

then years went by
i walked along
great seas of other fields

but now and then
a feel a twinge
and miss my dear old yacc

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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