O Sing to me Muse
Of when it first began,
With the placement correct
We now found ourselves with light
And flocked to it like moths

We drew from it thoughts
That once seemed so unattainable
Things we thought we could never learn
Sights we thought we would never see

With our fingers upon it
We surrendered ourselves
Our thoughts, emotions,
The very essence of our being
Thrust out, for all to see

Yes, sing to me Muse
Of that wondrous machinery
We call the computer