Untitled by Rich Andrews On the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shiny Flat-Plate-Triode, Stood Jerry, the old techie, Pointing with his finger westward, O'er the chassis pointing westward, To the purple glow of ions. Fiercely the red Grid gloweth Burned his way along the supports, Set the resistor on fire beside him. By the shores of Gitche Gumee By the shining Flat Plate Triode, ... Close this window to return to index