Here's an easy thing to say: If a packet hits a
pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your
floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to
report! If your cursor finds a menu item followed
by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window
in the trash,
And your data is corrupted 'cause the index
doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless, and your system's
gonna crash! You can't say this? What a shame,
sir!
We'll find you another game, sir. If the label on
the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on
your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another
protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down
the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side
effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a
souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a
bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna
hang! When the copy of your floppy's getting
sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause
unnecessary risk,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll
want to ram your rom.
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell
your mom!
Esau Wood sawed wood. All the wood Esau
Wood saw, Esau Wood would saw. All the wood
Wood saw, Esau sought to saw. One day Esau
Wood's wood-saw would saw no wood. So Esau
Wood sought a new wood-saw. The new wood-
saw would saw wood. Oh, the wood Esau Wood
would saw. Esau sought a saw that would saw
wood as no other wood-saw would saw. And
Esau found a saw that would saw as no other
wood-saw would saw. And Esau Wood sawed
wood.
Betty bought some bitter butter
and it made her batter bitter,
so Betty bought some better butter
to make her bitter batter better.
A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump
stunk,
but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.
I'm not the fig plucker,
nor the fig pluckers' son,
but I'll pluck figs
Till the fig plucker comes.
Extinct insects' instincts, extant insects' instincts.
The sixth sheik's sixth sheep 's sick.
Sweater weather, leather weather.
One black beetle bled only black blood, the other
black beetle bled blue.
The big black bug's blood ran blue.
I am not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate.
I am only plucking pheasants
'cause the pheasant plucker's running late.
Ed Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not. So it is
better to be Shott than Nott. Some say Nott was
not shot. But Shott says he shot Nott. Either the
shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or Nott was
shot. If the shot Shott shot shot Nott, Nott was
shot. But if the shot Shott shot shot Shott, the
shot was Shott, not Nott. However, the shot
Shott shot shot not Shott - but Nott. So, Ed Nott
was shot and that's hot! Is it not?
We will learn why her lowly lone, worn yarn
loom will rarely earn immoral money.
Unique New York, unique New York, unique
New York, ...