© 1994 Steven Weyhrich
(with significant help from Doug Cuff)
(Sung to the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot)
The legend lives on from the management on down
In the big town they call Cupertino[1]
At Apple, it’s said, they will shoot products dead
When the stocks and the market turn gloomyWith a load of RAM chips, forty-eight thousand bytes[2] fit
That the Apple ][ main board weighed loaded
That good CPU was a bone to be chewed
When reality distortion[3] came earlyThe ][ was the pride of Wozniak’s side
Of the Homebrew Computer Club meeting
As the new units went it was better than most
With a ROM and dot graphics well reasonedConcluding some terms with that Microsoft firm
It shipped fully loaded with firmware
But within a few years we confirmed our worst fears
It would be the Mac wind we’d be feelingThe blurbs out in print made it seem we were safe
When they said the Mac‘s RAM was too tiny
But the Mac team knew, as their Captain[4] did, too
That the Apple ][‘s cash they’d be stealingThe IIe came late[5], sixteen bits[6] had to wait
While the Mac and its sales they were flailing[7]
When ’86 came the GS[8] staked its claim
In the face of a hurricane Mac blitzWhen ’91 dawned, the ROM 04[9] was spawned
And on satellite link[10] they would show ya
But with a last minute cut, the ][‘s shut down began
We thought, GS, it’s been good to know yaMacWeek[11] wrote again, the old ][ would just end
It’s publicity still was an outrage
By late ’93, when more Macs came in sight
Came the end of the Apple ][ voyageDoes anyone know where the brains of men go
When cash for promotion’s allotted?
The reviewers all say she’d be here today
If they’d put some more ad space behind herIt might have VGA, a big hard drive inside
Perhaps thirty-two bits[12] with SIMMs[13] in ‘er
But all the remains are the faces and the names
Of the millions who’ve known and have loved herMicrosoft rolls, Intel sings
In the 95 Windows[14] promotion
Ol’ IBM steams with its OS/2[15] dreams
The Mac clones all try for their portionAnd farther below, the World Wide Web goes
Taking in what the modems can send her
But the Apple folk go (at least we hope so)
With mistakes of the A2[16] rememberedIn a virtual space there on GEnie they met
In the A2 Roundtable’s[17] big chat room
The ][‘s speaker chimed, and it rang 64 times
For each page of the old ][ Plus memory.The legend lives on from the management on down
In the big town they call [18]
At Apple, it’s said, they will shoot products dead
When the stocks and the market turn gloomy