"Will you walk a little faster!" LISPed Rosemount to the Foxboro snail "There’s a Siemens right behind me and he’s treading on my tail! See how eagerly the horde of hungry hangers-on advance They are waiting for the standard and they’ll blindly join the dance Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?" "You can really have no notion how delightful it will be, If we simply make a standard, why can’t we just agree?" "World FIP! World FIP!" cried Honeywell and gave a look askance And Allen-B and Bailey too, just would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not join the dance! "Lets join our games, pretend we’re friends!" the Rosemount then replied "‘Cause Emerson wants this Fieldbus thing to show some American pride. ISP is German Profibus and FIP is made in France So why don’t we just join our games and we will both advance! Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?" So they all held hands and joined the dance and agreed that they were friends Fieldbus Foundation was the name, the very best of blends! Siemens brought back Profibus and the French brought back their FIP And the SP-50 standard it just continu-ed to slip Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance? In this dance and whirligig, are end-users there perchance? ‘Cause its for them, the vendors swear, as they perpetuate the dance The horde of hungry hangers-on, they eagerly swell the throng But end-users have all fled the scene, ‘cause they simply think it’s wrong! Will not , still not, had their fill not, will not join the dance.... Meantime the other fieldbusses jump gleefully to the show There’s LON and CAN and Profibus and a dozen more The horde of hungry hangers-on they think that this means $ales And simply end up on the shore, beached on the sand like whales. Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
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