Last week my husband excitedly told me to stop what I was doing and to listen to a clip he had found on YouTube with Harry Belafonte and Odetta singing the song, “There’s a Hole in My Bucket”. If you haven’t heard it, it’s well worth a listen and a chuckle…
As music does, it got into my psyche and I had a dream about it that same night. So much so, that I recounted the dream to my Facebook friends (who have to put up with all my weird odd behaviours) and this is what they said:
So I took the liberty and created my own set of lyrics – a modernised version if you will based on a loose adaptation of real life events when I’ve been asked by others on how to use social networking tools (in this case, Yammer) over email. Hope you enjoy it.
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There’s a Limit to My Email
There’s a limit to my email, dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s a limit to my email, dear Liza, a limit.
Then don’t send it, dear Henry, dear Henry
Then don’t send it, dear Henry, don’t send it.
Then how shall I find someone to help me dear Liza, dear Liza?
Then how shall I find someone to help me, dear Liza, dear Liza, then how?
With Yammer, dear Henry, dear Henry
With Yammer, dear Henry, with Yammer.
How shall I post the question dear Liza, dear Liza?
How shall I post the questions, dear Liza, how?
Type your message in the field then post, dear Henry, dear Henry
Type your message then post in the field, dear Henry, type.
Won’t everyone see my message dear Liza, dear Liza?
Won’t everyone see my message dear Liza, they’ll see!
That’s the idea, dear Henry, dear Henry
That’s the idea dear Henry, that’s…the….idea.
What if they make a comment dear Liza, dear Liza?
What if they make a comment, dear Liza, a comment!
Like, thank and reply to that comment dear Henry, dear Henry.
Like, thank and reply to that comment dear Henry – just….reply.
But what if they post rude content dear Liza, dear Liza?
But what if they post rude content dear Liza, rude content?
Unlikely to happen because everyone could see this dear Henry, dear Henry.
Unlikely to happen because everyone could see this dear Henry, it’s…open.
What if I lose control of the conversation, dear Liza, dear Liza?
What if I lose control of the conversation, dear Liza, lose control?
Engage with them dear Henry, dear Henry
Engage with them, dear Henry, engage!
So how shall I attach this PowerPoint presentation dear Liza, dear Liza.
How shall I attach this PowerPoint presentation dear Liza, how?
With Yammer, dear Henry, dear Henry!
With Yammer, dear Henry, in Yammer!
But what if I don’t have Yammer dear Liza, dear Liza?
But what if I don’t have Yammer, dear Liza, no Yammer?
Well, create an account with your email dear Henry, dear Henry
Create an account with your email, dear Henry, create an account.
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There’s a limit to my email, dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s a limit to my email, dear Liza, a limit.
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