To: Charles Tutt who wrote (4449 ) 3/28/2002 11:49:09 AM From: Dave B Respond to of 4722 Just got this. Enjoy <g>. > ****************************************************** > > Sung to the tune of American Pie > > With apologies to Don McLean... > > > A long, long time ago > I can still remember how computing > used to be worthwhile. > > > And I knew from the day I was born > that I could make that code perform > and maybe I could do it with some style. > > > But last September made me shudder, > with every 'nouncement Carly uttered. > > > Bad news in my In-tray, > I couldn't take one more day. > > > I can't remember if I sighed when I > read about our latest stride, > something cut me deep inside, > the day the HPWay died. > > > So > > > <Chorus> > > > Purge, purge, Ms. Technology Scourge, > Drove my Beetle to the Needle, > Now my job's on the verge. > > > Them Compaq boys were > drinking Starbuck's and Surge > singing "This'll be the day that we merge, > This'll be the day that we merge." > > > Did you write the Book of DOS > And do you believe an albatross > Can really save our company? > Now do you believe in buying time? > Can Compaq save our bottom line? > And can you teach me how write a resume? > > > Well, I know you hatched that plot with him > 'Cause I saw you climb out on that limb. > You both threw down your stock > 'Cause you thought this deal was a lock. > > > I was a middle-aged computer geek > With a second mortgage that I closed last week > But I knew Sun was worth a peek > The day the HPWay died. > > > I started singing > > > <Chorus> > > > Now for some time we've been on our own > Since Bill and Dave left us alone > But it's not how it used to be. > When the managers still walked around > And talked to people who touched the ground > They could hear ideas from you and me. > > > But now when the Queen is looking down > The worker bees just fly around > The boardroom is reserved > No progress is observed. > And while Carly read a book on Dell > The stock price slowly went to hell > And we tried so hard not to sell > The day the HPWay died. > > > We were singing > > > <Chorus> > > > Arbitrage, arbitrage in the garage > Employees fleeing from the barrage > Of all the spin on HPNow. > Green cards, white cards flying around, > Shareholders want good reasons found > With employees on the sidelines tied and bound. > > > Now the meeting air was full of gloom > While the board played their tired old tune. > We all got up to vote > Oh, but they said we rocked the boat. > Then when Walter tried to make his speech, > Carly told him to "just go teach" > Do the by-laws allow impeach? > The day the HPWay died. > > > <Chorus> > > > They say we were in a shipwreck > A generation mired in Tech > Lethargic and pedestrian. > So come on everybody let's just grow > We'll be as big as IBM you know > 'Cause size is the CEO's great plan. > > > Oh, and as they watched her on the stage, > They all began to see a sage > Everyone in The Flint > Was finally taking the hint. > And as the white cards flew into her sight > The crowd could finally "see the light" > I saw Carly smiling with delight > The day the HPWay died. >