It is sung to the tune of 'Rawhide':
Packing, packing, packing
Keep those boxes stacking
Load them front to back-ing
Tapegun!
Keep sorting, sorting, sorting
Lots of junk that we're transporting
And some that needs aborting
Goodwill!
I think delirium has finally set in. Is moving the worst thing ever? Perhaps. But the archaeological dig always yields such great artifacts:
There was a time when I-zones were all the rage, I was in a band, and rearranging the Subway sign was as much fun as you could have on a Saturday night.
