Once upon a
midnight dreary, while I listened, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and 16-bit soundtrack of Kondo yore,
While I nodded, nearly dreaming, suddenly there came a
theming,
As of a hero “Game Over”-screening, dying in a later score.
“'Tis a Mario riff,”
I muttered, “reused in
another Zelda score —
An old motif, and nothing more.”
Quoth the Kondo: “I hadn't noticed that before.”