The Computer at stonehenge

Strange things are done to be number one In selling the computer IBM has their stratagem Which steadily grows acuter, And Honeywell competes like Hell, But the story’s missing link Is the system old at Stonehenge sold By the firm of Druids, Inc. The Druids were entrepreneurs, And they built a granite box It tracked the moon, warned of monsoons, And forecast the equinox Their price was right, their future bright, The prototype was sold; From Stonehenge site their bits and byte Would ship for Celtic gold. The movers came to crate the frame; It weighed a million ton! The traffic folk thought it a joke (the wagon wheels just spun); “They’ll nay sell that,” the foreman spat, “Just leave […]