In the place they call Silicon Valley, As programmer I was employed And it's many the long happy hour, my friends, Of debugging that I have enjoyed.
As I went out walking one evening, Just looking for something to eat, I saw a little computer In a shop by the side of the street.
Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine.
I stopped to look into the window, A salesman he pulled at my sleeve. He said "come let me show you its features-- It does things that you wouldn't believe."
He showed me its bells and its whistles, His eyes had a hypnotic sheen, And before I knew what I was doing I'd bought the Computing Machine.
I set my machine on the table, I plugged it right into the wall. Then I turned on the switch and I waited-- It blinked and did nothing at all.
I thought of the words of the salesman, He said I could use it with ease, So I started to read the instructions, Which were translated from Japanese.
Well, soon I was zapping invaders, But that quickly became rather tame, So I sat down and started to program it 'Cause that is my favorite game.
I taught it to play a few filksongs, I wrote me a program or two, Then I stopped and looked up in amazement-- I'd been there forty hours straight through!
Weeks passed and I hardly took notice I lost friends and employment and all, And when men in white coats came to call on me, I don't think I saw them at all.
Now I live on a farm with tall fences, The atmosphere's calm and serene And it's far from Silicon Valley, and my Little Computing Machine.
So if you go to Silicon Valley Beware of the salesmen you see, And the little machines that they're selling Or you may end up crazy like me.
Beware of the graphics that dazzle, Beware of the colorful screen, And the deadly temptation of playing with The Little Computing Machine.
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