On the plains of north-central Tibet 
               They've thought of the strangest thing yet: 
                    On the ass of a camel 
                    They pour blue enamel, 
               And bugger the beast while it's wet. 

               My wife, when I traveled away, 
               Made sly extramarital hay, 
                    And partied for hours 
                    With chosen endowers, 
               And often came back the next day. 

There was a young man from Racine
Who invented a fucking machine:
Both concave and convex,
It would fit either sex -
And could play with itself in between.

There was an old hag named Le Sueur 
            Who just was an out-and-out whore. 
                Between her big tits 
                You could come for two bits, 
            And she'd fuck in any old sewer. 

The National Anthem of Windows Nation



 In honor of the new Windows Flag above the corporate campus:

           OLE can you C, by the fonts of TrueType,
       What so proudly we mailed to our users upgrading?
  Whose class libs and tool bars, through the marketing hype,
    Four meg RAM cards they'd bought, final beta awaiting.
      And the testers declare, fix the bugs on the share,
        Codeview'd every byte of our way cool software.
         Oh, say does that user friendly icon yet wave
                   O'er the land of the GUI,
                 and the Windows of the brave.



                                   copyright (c) 1992, Bogus Music
                                   lyrics, deanb
                                   inspiration, stevesh