‘Twas the night before iPad, and all through the land.
Not a person was stirring, they were resting their hand.
All of the fanboys, were snug in their beds.
While visions of touching, swiping and dragging,
Did dance in their heads.
The App Store was open, to the sound of ka-ching.
Apps flew off the shelves, for the iPads not yet there.
On UPS and FedEx, to the good boys and girls.
Waiting madly for the magic, worth more than rare pearls.
A new day was dawning, for fan and foe alike,
In that little white box, was more fun than a bike.