Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed, A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed, Then one day he was shootin' at some food, When up through the ground came a bubblin' crude. Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know ol' Jed's a millionaire, Kinsfolk said, "Jed move away from there" Said, "Californy is the place you ought to be", So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly. Hills, that is. Swimmin' pools, movie stars.
Well now its time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin. And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in. You're all invited back again to this locality To reap a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality. Hillbilly that is. Set a spell, take your shoes off. Y'all come back now, y'hear?
Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jim, A poor developer, barely 'ford his 'puters DIMMs, Then one day he was running GNU Make, When up through the ground came a slithering snake. Python, that is. White space. Scripting.
Once upon a time there were three banana slugs. There was a big Papa Slug, a middle-sized Mama Slug, and a little Baby Slug. They lived in a little house in the woods, right next to the asbestos mine from which they derived most of their income.
One day the three slugs were away from the house, trying to avoid the government mine inspector who had scheduled a visit that day. The inspector, whose name was Goldilocks, knocked on the door and received no answer. Then she looked through the little window next to the door and saw nobody. So she pushed open the big front door and walked in.