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.
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 it and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, your system's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the micro code instructions cause unnecessary risk,
When you have to flash your memory and try to RAM your ROM,
Quickly turn off the computer, and be sure to call your mom!

Now, if someone only had "The O.J. Simpson Trial as Told by Dr. Seuss"