Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2002 12:08:39 -0400 (EDT)
To: (the guy who prints out our giant, expensive network maps on the plotter)
Subject: the mapmaker song

(a very pessimistic song, sung to your favorite irish jig music)

oh print me a map oh mapmaker boy
so we can plot out what we will deploy.
provided we gots all the cash in our hand
we'll build the best network in internetland!

we'll put up some circuits and routers and switchen
and trade us some packets on a network that's bitchin'
and as our map grows the stock market's throes
get louder and louder just like this bad prose

and if our stock crashes we'll lose all our cashes
and then we'll throw all of our plans in the trashes
and start tearing down all of that we have built
to try to get back all the money we've spilt

at the end of the day when the money's all gone
we'll have to look back at the show we've put on
and long after the stock's been done trading small cap
at least we can sleep under our paper map!


<i>optional fifth verse for the optimistic side of us:</i>

and as long as we're warm we'll again soon wake up
and people will start putting dough in our cup
and again we will rise up to our former form
again quickly bringing our people their porn!