Graphical User Interface

Oh, my precious little G.U.I.
I love the way you do me.
You are my blessed computer.
And nothing is as it used to.

Home, home on the Internet.
Where I seldom do fret.
You are nicer than D.O.S.
And you never are my boss.

I couldn't do without my keypad.
It would make me, oh, so sad.
My monitor knows me well.
And it never squeals or tells.

Your memory is better than mine.
You put words on every line.
My speakers, they talk to me.
And my microphone sets me free.

I just admire my perfect desktop.
The icons there never do hop.
Oh, my precious little G.U.I.
I love the way you do me.