I think that I shall never spy
An editor as sleek and sly.
A beast with modes both strange and terse,
A joy to wield, a curse to curse.
Its keys are cryptic – hjkl,
Yet soon they feel like casted spell.
With motions sharp and macros tight,
It turns brute force to coder's light.
No mouse in hand, no menus bloated,
Just keystrokes finely orchestrated.
Its learning curve is steep and cold,
But warms with secrets fierce and bold.
For those who brave its ancient lore,
Efficiency becomes the core.
With just a line, whole worlds align–
:s/this/that/g in record time.
So give me Vim or give me pain–
For once it's learned, you can't abstain.