Scope is my shepard, that I shall want.
It maketh me compose in green pastures,
It leadeth me beside stable DAW's,
It restoreth my sound,
It leadeth me in the path of DSP's, for it's name's sake,
Yea though I walk through the valley of the dull VST's,
I shall fear no weakness,
For Scope is with me, my card and the Creamware staff, it comforts me.
Scope prepareths a table before me, in the presence of mine enemies,
It annointeth my head with plugs, My DAW runneth over,
Surely FAT synths will follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of Ralf forever.