Oops: just noticed the brain fart in the previous entry's From field (that's me in a different incarnation). Meanwhile, back at the point, I intend to do the following in tonight's Singaround. It came to pass that I found a works colleague assessing the state of one of the laser printers. "What's with?" says I. "There's a label in the printer," says he, and bitterly regretted it for the rest of the day, as I always sing-test stuff as I filk ....

Label in the Printer

Tune: Little Boxes

There's a label in the printer,
There's a label shedding ticky-tacky
Going walkabout round the rollers
    Till they all look just the same;
Then the black drum, and the red drum,
And the blue drum, and the yellow drum ---
Once they get a taste for ticky-tacky
    They will not be quite the same.

"Use this paper, ready-printed
With the crest of the University
And our Departmental letterhead,
    So they all look just the same;
But beware, these sticky labels
Come adrift from their backing sheet ---
When a printer's full of ticky-tacky
    Ev'ry page will bear the stain."

There's a bored-stiff little schoolgirl
On a week of Work Experience
Playing swapsies with the boxes
    And a label goes astray ....
"Read your contract," saith Repair Man,
Then the Big Cheese thinks "watermark" ---
So his sec-ret-ar-y gets the printer
    And they use it just the same.

Ev'ry page now bears the imprint
Of the crest of the University
And it's all thanks to the ticky-tacky
    That they all come out the same:
There's a grey smudge, and a pink smudge,
And a blue smudge, and a yellow smudge,
Where the toner hits the ticky-tacky,
    And they all look just the same.

This parody Copyright © 2010, 2022 Martin J Carter