There once was a group who did ATM,
The reason known only to them,
They had a big fight,
And then saw the light,
We think consensus, therefore we am.

There once was a group who did ATM,
For obscure reasons known only to them,
The acronyms flew,
And soon the world knew,
Of SIG, QOS, ICI and TM.		[pronounce QOS as "kos"]

There once was a bunch who tried ATM,
For arcane reasons known only to them,
They started to write,
And stayed up all night,
Poets they weren't; just engineers.

There once was a quorum for ATM,
They met for reasons known only to them,
They started out small,
Then grew big as a mall,
This ain't Kansas no more, Auntie Em'.

There once was a group who did ATM,
For obscure reasons known only to them,
Though some still don't see,
The participants agree,
The technology will turn out a gem.

There were ones who made ATM,
For some good reason, known only to them,
They thought it was great,
But would it relate,
To the products built by Gates, William.

There once were some folk, they created ATM,
For stylish reasons known only to them,
Through decisions they're dashin',
As fickle as fashion,
What MIB do you want; how long's your hem?

There once was the group who wrote ATM,
For literary reasons known only to them,
Tho' the text contradicts it--
Self 'till they fix it,
Well, never mind, just consider it Zen.

There once was a group who did AT-iM,
For reasons, perhaps a bit thin,
Our faith's our technology,
We make no apology,
In the beginning 'twas but telephony's whim.