Yo, listen up, I got a tale 'bout a coder named Oleksandr, Cooked up a language that's quite out of standard. No names, no fame, just one big data beast, No need to label, just let the code release.
Inspired by Forth, APL, and PostScript, He aimed for simplicity, a mind twist. Tacit programming, stack-oriented bliss, Where everything's encoded, not a thing to miss.
(Chorus) No names, no games, just a stack so pure, A language unnamed, yet it has allure. From Kyiv to GitHub, it's making noise, An experiment in code that's breaking toys.
(Verse 2) In the heart of Ukraine, amidst the strife, Oleksandr's coding for a better life. From missiles to math, he fights on all fronts, Stacks of data, not bullets, are his stunts.
His language? It’s a beast, a single array, No need to name, it's the coder’s way. From strings to math ops, it does it all, Even reads files, stands proud and tall.
(Chorus) No names, no games, just a stack so pure, A language unnamed, yet it has allure. From Kyiv to GitHub, it's making noise, An experiment in code that's breaking toys.
(Bridge) In this war-torn world, his code finds a place, A tool for learning, amidst the race. No practical use, but wisdom gained, From experiments wild, new paths unchained.
(Verse 3) He moves on now, to projects anew, But this language, it remains in view. A legacy built from lines and code, Lessons learned on this programming road.
(Outro) So raise a glass to the coder with no name, Whose language brought both joy and fame. In the chaos of war, he wrote his tale, A coding journey, no language frail.