Ping, pong, red and green,
It is the music of the century,
Making buddies on the network cloud,
Oh! the fruity Apple and Blackberry.
Guided by angels from the ground,
A little devil dropped on my cloud!
The tiny Chrome window let in,
Cool Breeze from a far off land.
A dashing six-hour drive,
On the orange high-way,
Little Devil and Angel set off,
Searching for a promising bend.
...The Heavenly road to destiny,
Lit with young bright dreams.