We're headed for Ipocalypse!
June eighth will soon be here.
IP addresses running out.
What will we do? Oh dear!
Four Billion addresses weren't enough
for every thing that beeps:
Desktops, laptops, mobile phones
and GPS in Jeeps.
Fear not! June eighth will be the test
of a higher protocol
and if the system doesn't crash
they'll be numbers for you all.
But if IP V six
should crash and burn
You should not be dismayed
The internet won't disappear
but slowly will degrade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem