(Verse 1) In the server room's hum, where the data streams flow, A tool was born from a need to know. They call it MultiStripper, a name so grand, It parses the web with a digital hand. From Wikipedia's halls to a blog's long scroll, It strips the content and makes it whole.
(Chorus) Oh, MultiStripper, with your code so clean, The finest data parser I've ever seen. You take the messy and you make it neat, A ballad of your function, oh so sweet.
(Verse 2) Some tools are flashy, with a GUI so bright, But MultiStripper works in the pale server light. It don't need no chrome, it don't need no frills, Just the quiet satisfaction of a task it fulfills. A simple function, a noble art, Taking the web and tearing it apart.
(Chorus) Oh, MultiStripper, with your code so clean, The finest data parser I've ever seen. You take the messy and you make it neat, A ballad of your function, oh so sweet.
