Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss

0xdeadbeef says:
The following was written by Gene Ziegler and posted to Delphi's
DTP Forum:
A grandchild's guide to using Grandpa's computer (Ode to Dr. Seuss)


Bits, Bytes, Chips, Clocks.
Bits in bytes on chips in box.
Bytes with bits and chips with clocks.
Chips in box on ether-docks.

Chips with bits come. Chips with bytes come.
Chips with bits and bytes and clocks come.

Look, sir. Look, sir. Read the book, sir.
Let's do tricks with bits and bytes sir.
Let's do tricks with chips and clocks, sir.

First, I'll make a quick trick bit stack.
Then I'll make a quick trick byte stack.
You can make a quick trick chip stack.
You can make a quick trick clock stack.

And here's a new trick on the scene.
Bits in bytes for your machine.
Bytes in words to fill your screen.

Now we come to ticks and tocks, sir.
Try to say this by the clock, sir.

Clocks on chips tick.
Clocks on chips tock.
Eight byte bits tick.
Eight bit bytes tock.
Clocks on chips with eight bit bytes tick.
Chips with clocks and eight byte bits tock.

Here's an easy game to play.
Here's an easy thing to say.

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gonna crash.

You can't say this? What a shame, sir!
We'll find you another game, sir.

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
Quickly turn off your computer and be sure to tell your mom!

Fox in Socks Comes Back

Copyright 1992 David Mar 

(with sincere apologies to Dr Seuss) 


Fox is back.
Knox is back.
Fox's socks are back.
Knox's box is back.

Knox's box
is a 286.
Knox's box
is hard to fix.
Fox in socks
does hacks and tricks
to fix poor
Knox's box for kicks.

Mice with dice come.
Mice with lice come.
Mice with dice and
lice and rice come.

Let's try some fun
with mice and dice, sir.
We'll have some fun
in quite a trice, sir.
Let's try some fun
with lice and rice, sir.
I think that that
would be quite nice, sir.

First, I'll try a
nice mice high-rise.
Then I'll try a
nice dice high-rise.
You can try a
nice lice high-rise.
You can try a
nice rice high-rise.

And here's a
new trick, Mr Knox.
Socks on mice
and mice on fox.
Fox on dice
on lice and rice.
Lice and rice
on Knox is nice.

       Please, sir. My tongue
       almost cries, sir.
       These silly things
       it does despise, sir.
       I get all those
       dice and rice, sir,
       mixed up with the
       lice and mice, sir.

Well, mince them up to
sell in pies, sir.

       Do you really
       think that's wise, sir?

That's what Four and
Twenty tries, sir.

Here's an easy
game to play.
Here's an easy
thing to say.

New suds.
Soap suds.
Whose suds?
Sue's suds.

Who sees whose suds?
Sue sees Sue's suds.
Who sees who see
whose soap suds, sir?
You see Sue see
Sue's soap suds, sir.

       Stop it now or
       I'll spill blood, sir.

Who comes?
Crow comes.
Slow Joe Crow comes.

Who sees crow's suds?
Sue sees Crow's suds.
Slow Joe Crow
sees whose suds?
Sue's suds.

Sue's soap suds on
fox in socks now.
Slow Joe Crow's soap
suds in box now.

Sue sets suds on
Slow Joe Crow's suds.
Fox sets suds on
Slow Joe Crow's suds.

Soaps slip.
Suds slop.

Sue's slippery soap
slops suds in sink.
Sue's sloppy suds
slip soap in sink.

       Mr Fox!
       I hate this stuff, sir.
       Of this stuff
       I've had enough, sir.

Mr Knox, sir,
that's just tough, sir.

Here is something
to behold now.
Here is lots of
old cold mould now.

Old mould. Cold mould.
Mouldy. mouldy.
Cold mould. Old mould.
Mouldy. mouldy.

Mouldy mould
for foldy folding!
That's what that
Mould-Mole is holding.
Are you sold on
folding mould, sir?
If on folding
mould you're sold, sir,
with the Mould-Mole
fold that mould, sir.

       Mr Fox, that
       mould's incredible!
       It makes Wentworth
       food look edible!
       But I won't fold it,
       I can't eat it.
       And my tongue just
       Can't repeat it.

Very well, sir,
step this way.
We'll find another
game to play.

Bim comes.
Ben comes.

Bim runs drugs.
Ben drugs nuns.
Ben drugs nuns with
drugs Bim runs.

Nuns Ben drugs crave
Bim's run drugs.
Bim and Ben get
plugged with slugs.

Drugged nuns' slugs plug
two smug drug thugs.
Drugged nuns lug smug
drug thugs' ugly mugs
to the shallow
graves they've dug.
Drugged cops sweep the case
under the rug.

       Drugged nuns! Drug thugs!
       Drugged cops! Slug plugs!
       My poor mouth can't
       say that. No, sir.
       My poor mouth is
       much too slow, sir.

Well then...
bring your mouth this way.
I'll find it something
it can say.

Luke Luck is back.
Luke's duck is back.
Luke Luck wears black.
Luke's duck says quack.

Duck says quack
while Luke wears black.
Luke wears black
while duck says quack.

Luke Luck looks
at Luke's duck's beak.
Luke's duck looks
at Luke Luck speak.
Luke speaks of being
back in black.
Duck's beak is being
back to quack.

Luke Luck cooks duck.
Luke's duck is out of luck.
Soon Luke Luck's duck
will be in Luke Luck.

Luke Luck's lake is back.
Luke Luck's lake is black.
The Exxon Valdez
tanks are cracked.
The Exxon execs
should be sacked.

       Mr Fox,
       although that's true,
       my tongue can't
       quite say it through.

Mr Knox. Now
come now. Come now.
You don't have to
be so dumb now...

Try to say this,
Mr Knox, please...

Through three sobbing songs
three threshing thrushes rushed.
While threshing thrushes rushed,
songs made throbbing throngs.
Throbbing throngs threw thrones
at three rushing thrushes.
Thrown thrones thrashed thrushes,
throwing thrushes into throes.
That's what made those
throne-thrashed thrushes think thrice.

       Stop it! Stop it!
       I can't stand it, sir.
       Stop it! Stop it!
       I demand it, sir.

What you get and
what you demand, sir,
very seldom
go hand in hand, sir.

Let's have a little talk
about politicians...

What do you know
about politicians?
Well...

When a politician gets elected,
he's called a jolly polli.

And when he makes
a speech in the rain,
he's a jolly brolly polli.

AND when jolly pollies
with brollies get fat
on their inflated salaries,
they're called jolly
roly-poly brolly pollies.
AND...

When jolly roly-poly
pollies with brollies
start to misappropriate funds,
it's a jolly roly-poly
brolly polli folly.
AND...

When the follies of a jolly
roly-poly polli with a brolly
are investigated by the ICAC,
it's a jolly roly-poly
brolly polli folly worry.
AND...

When the folly worries of jolly
roly-poly polli with a brolly
are made public and the polli
makes a retirement speech afterwards,
it's a jolly roly-poly brolly
polli folly worry sorry.
AND...

       Now wait a minute,
       Mr Socks Fox!

       When a fox is making
       the retirement speech on the
       folly worries of a jolly
       roly-poly polli with a brolly.
       THIS is what they call...

       ... a jolly roly-poly brolly
       polli really worried sorry
       fox in socks folly, by golly!

       Fox in socks,
       our game is done again.
       Thank you for
       a lot of fun again.


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