Here lies Henry
His life was rushed
His ball gave out
And now he’s flushed
Poor Henrys gone,
There no denying,
We miss him lots
That’s why were crying
His button jammed
His ball had stuck
We knew right then
He was out of luck
The end came quick
I’m pleased to say
Right on his pad
He passed away
He wasn’t old
He wasn’t fat
He used to work out
Each day in chat
They made him drop
They made him drag
They clicked like hell
When the screen did lag
They made him point
They made him pick
They made old Henry
Feel quite sick
Yes Henry was,
With every breath
A mouse well loved
But worked to death
He worked all day
He worked all night
He never stopped
It wasn’t right
He gave his best
He gave his all
And he’s been replaced
By a Damn Trackball. |
