I saw Meson fade from the sky
On the wind I heard a sigh
As snowflakes cover fallen Makefiles
I will say this last goodbye
Meson is now coming
So ends Autotools days
Future is now coming
And we must away
Over Python and without Bashisms
Through lands where never Meson touched
By silver streams that run down to the Sea
Under parsers, beneath old legacy
Over snow one winter’s morn
I turned at last to paths that lead home
And though where the road then takes me
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don’t regret
Nor will I forget
All Makefiles that took that road with me
I bid you all a very fond farewell.
