An application was for employment, a program was a TV show,
A cursor used profanity, a keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age, a CD was a bank account,
and a floppy disc was something terribly wrong in your back.
Compress was something you did to garbage, not something you did to a file,
And if you unzipped anything in public, you’d be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire, hard drive was a long trip on the road,
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived, and a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife, paste you did with glue,
A web was a spider’s home, and a virus was the flu.
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper, and the memory in my head
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash, but when it happens, they wish they were dead.