From Feb 1997 issue of Sky magazine.

Eleanor Rigby
By the Beatles if they worked for Microsoft

Eleanor Rigby,
sits at the keyboard and waits for a line on the screen:
Lives in a dream.
Waits for a signal,
Finding some code
That will make the machine do some more.
What is it for?

All the lonely users, where do they all come from?
All the lonely users, why does it take so long?

Guru McKenzie,
Typing the lines of a program that no one will run;
Isn't it fun?
Look at him working, 
Munching some chips as he waits for the code to compile;
It takes a while....

All the lonely users, where do they all come from?
All the lonely users, why does it take so long?

Eleanore Rigby,
Crashes the system and loses six hours of work;
feels like a jerk.
guru McKenzie,
Wiping the crumbs of the keys as he types the code;
Nothing will load.

All the lonely users, where do they all come from?
All the lonely users, why does it take so long?