Selections from "The Cybernetic Mother Goose" by Lincoln Spector -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Little Miss Napple Sat by her Apple, Writing routines in C; "I don't care what that flaw meant; "I'll write not one comment, "So no one can read it but me." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Hey, diddle, diddle! Must you always fiddle? The estimate's over the moon; The users still wait to see it work, And the programmer keeps saying "Soon." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jack Sprat destroyed his FAT, His wife changed sector Oh; And so betwixt the two of them Their work was rather slow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Squaring the root of pi; He knew it his fate To sit there and wait; "A 387 need I." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Hickory, dickory, dock! Let's speed up this thing's clock! Faster it goes And nobody knows The CPU's getting a shock. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- High-res mice! High-res mice! See how they roll! See how they roll! Drag the cursor up to the top line; Pull down a menu; it all works so fine; A keystroke could do it in half of the time. High-res mice!