To the tune of As The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Scratch the disks, dump the core, Roll the tapes across the floor, And the system is going to crash. Teletypes, smashed to bits, Give the scopes some nasty hits, And the system is going to crash. And we've also found When you turn the power down, You turn all the disk drives into trash! Oh, its so much fun, Now the CPU won't run, And the system is going to crash.
Shut it down, pull the plug, Give the core an extra tug, And the system is going to crash. Mem'ry cards, one and all, Toss them halfway down the hall, And the system is going to crash. We'll just flip one switch, And the lights will cease to twitch, And the tapedrives will crumble in a flash. When the C-P-U Can print nothing out but '...foo...', Then the system is going to crash.
by Sarah Elizabeth Miller