To be a real folk-song singer you have to collect the songs straight from
the horse's mouth. The way to do this is to go to a village and find the
oldest inhabitant and ask him to sing you the songs his mother taught me.
Him, I mean. Well, you'll probably find that he's deaf, and if he isn't
deaf he can't sing, and if he can sing he doesn't want to, and by the time
you've persuaded him and he does sing, you won't understand a word of what
he's singing about. This is how folk songs have been passed down from
generation to generation.
-- Anna Russell
Ever since I was a young boy,
I've hacked the ARPA ne
From Berkeley down to Rutgers, He's on my favorite terminal,
Any access I could get, He cats C right into foo,
But ain't seen nothing like him, His disciples lead him in,
On any campus yet, And he just breaks the root,
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid, Always has full SYS-PRIV's,
Sure sends a mean packet....
