#GutenMorgen ihr Lieben!

Alles gepackt, Heimfahrt! Der @Blumi147 fährt. Wir haben uns dagegen entschieden, heute noch mal auf den Markt zu gehen. Es war toll, und es reicht.

Die Tickets haben wir einer netten Familie auf dem Weg zum Eingang geschenkt, die sich sehr gefreut hat.

Ziehen wir mal ein Resume:

#caravan147 #fuchsontour #mpsRastede #mps

Die Bilder von @ElaWild vom MPS in Rastede habe mich dazu inspiriert einen Fediverse Song passend zu MPS mit Hilfe von KI zu erstellen.

tube.sekretaerbaer.net/w/x3zWC…

Lyrics:
The tavern without a steward - Fediverse Song II

Prologue:
Welcome to the Free Mark, no feudal lord to be found far and wide!
Count Elon and the Sugar King fled before our time!
Everyone has their own tent, their own right to the tavern,
Come to the table of the guild brothers, no one fares badly here!
First verse:
At Mastodon, the mammoth farm, they drink the mild mead,
A herald warns of crumbs before the gaze turns to the baked goods! (“Take heed, a loaf!”)
And Friendica, the alchemist, works furiously on his cart,
Sends doves even to the farthest castle to all the other fools.
Refrain:
This is the free guild land, the tavern without constraint!
Here every fiefdom sings its very own song!
The magic of ActivityPub unites us, whether knight or squire,
We need no greedy bailiff for our fool’s cap!
Second verse:
On Pixelfed there’s coarse bread, no gold nor false trinkets,
One weaves crooked cats onto the linen cloth on the wall.
At Loops, the juggler does cartwheels till he grows dizzy,
An eternal dance in a loop, which confuses no mind!
Chorus:
This is the free guildland, the tavern without constraint!
Here every fiefdom sings its very own song!
The magic of ActivityPub unites us, whether knight or squire,
We need no greedy bailiff for our jester’s cap!
Third verse:
The Castopod minstrel sings from hoof-nail till night,
You call out to him: “Your snoring has robbed me of my sleep!”
And PeerTube shares the shadow play in brotherly faith,
The light is passed from hand to hand and armour is reforged.
Fourth verse:
Then comes the Sharkey court jester, in his colourful fool’s garb,
Bestowing gentle pats on the head, banishing the deepest sorrow. (UwU, noble lord!)
Meanwhile, in the Lemmy Council, there is loud chatter at the round table,
About which blacksmith’s art will enchant the finest sword for all time!
Refrain:
This is the free guildland, the tavern without constraint!
Here every fiefdom sings its very own song!
The magic of ActivityPub unites us, whether knight or squire,
We need no greedy bailiff for our jester’s cap!
Epilogue:
The shark embraces the war elephant, the feast rages on,
For here no wealthy lord of the manor demands his golden tribute.
Unwrap your finest ham, step up to the hearth,
In the free guild verse, every man is his own master!

#Fediverse #MPS
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