What was I thinking When I pushed on that slide rule? Was it the magic wand that led me here? Ever since I was very small Telescope in my hand That demon called my name Through renewal in the fall Watching the leaves blow A little snow begins to swirl Equations that mystify Hold all the worldly truths Except how to fill the void Christmas comes and then it goes HP made the slide rule obsolete April, May, June, Pomp and Circumstance It's suddenly not so clear All the aces in my squad Vied for the chance to get there first No one had thought That honor would be mine Out 100 million miles And out of books to read What was I thinking? Christmas comes and then it goes AI lacks that gentle human touch April, May, June Cognitive Decline It's suddenly very clear