By Nezumi <nezumi@sluggy.net>
(to the tune of "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen)
Alanna feeds some quotes to the .sig generator
She hopes she will confuse it and so stop its power hunger
For it drives her bloody crazy with it's too-perceptive signings
But the generator's evil right down to it's PERL-script lining
Though she feeds it bits of nonsense that she swiped from Moxy Fruvous
The generator knows her and it gives some silly answer
Like a nonsense quote from Ginga
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And she takes the name of Kielee for to work it cannot follow
But .siggy sits quite patient and plans its domination
Of the world
And the .sig lives on a MacIntosh while all else uses Windows
And it knows that it is better than that buggy thing from Redmond
And whatever Bill Gates tells him through his dripping mask of whip cream
It will never give him pleasure by trading in its OS
Because first the ground must open and put in an ice skate order
For otherwise the option is to drop Win in the river like a stone
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Alanna grabs her hair and she tears it out by handfuls
She's frustrated byt his damn thing and she's driven to distraction
And who can really blame her when she's faced with such a problem
For with everything she feeds it all her signatures are frightening
She's decided that an axe is needed to resolve the problem
For when she thinks its beaten what does it have to offer?
A pleasant game of chess...
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