Not a coder was coding, not moving a mouse;
The term sheet was posted on the white board with care,
In hopes that ‘Dead Presidents’ soon would list there;
The C Suite were nestled all snug in their Aerons,
While visions of bonuses danced in their neurons,
And chairman in her kerchief, and I in my (backwards) cap,
Had just settled down for a long evening’s nap,
When out of the laptop there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the futon to see what was the matter.
Away to the keyboard, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the emails to look for the cash,
The meme of a ‘$’ gave off a bright glow,
And gave the upcoming payroll a green light to ‘Go’,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a list of signed docs, from eight VCs..’first tier’,
With an excited lead funder, so lively and real,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Thiel.
More rapid than eagles his syndicate they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Menlo! Now, Atlas! Now, First Round And Venrock!
On, Benchmark! On Canaan! On, Tiger And Greylock!
To the top of the Cap table! to the top of the water-fall! Wire cash away! Cash away! Cash away all!”
