Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary
Soda cans and pizza boxes on the floor
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets
When finally at the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer
Then invoked the SAVE command, waited for the disk to store
Only this and nothing more
Deep into the dark screen peering, long I sat there wondering, fearing
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
“Save!” I cried,“ you cursèd mother! Save my data from before!”
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I’d never faced before
Carefully I weighed the choices, as the disk made impish noises
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one of only three
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
With fingers pale and eyes attending, slowly toward the keyboard bending
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key
But on the screen there still persisted, words appearing as before
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
I tried to catch the chips off guard and pressed again but twice as hard
I pleaded with the damn machine, I begged and cried and then I swore
Now in mighty desperation, trying any combination
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before
Cursor blinking, angry winking, blinking nonsense as before
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor
And then I saw a dreadful sight, a lightning bolt cut through the night
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core
The lightning zapped my hard-won data, lost and gone forevermore
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
And to this day we do not know the place to which lost numbers go
What netherworld from which we could restore
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, to black holes
But since there’s Windows, Lotus, C, and more
You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
van hier, het origineel de Lou Reed en de Simpsons versie
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Nadeeltje, om zo'n eilandje te bouw van 20meter dia, moeten we ongeveer een 100.000 petflessen verzamelen...ook wa zonnepanelen en ne windmolen zou handig zijn.
