[lug] Twas The Night Before Y2K

zeb zeb at utalk.org
Wed Sep 15 17:30:51 MDT 1999


http://www.xmission.com/~sehilden/y2k.htm 

                                    'Twas The Night Before Y2K
                                              
                                     'Twas the night before Y2K,
                                     And all through the nation
                                       We awaited The Bug,
                                     The Millennium sensation.
                                              
                                      The chips were replaced
                                      In computers with care,
                                      In hopes that ol' Bugsy
                                       Wouldn't stop there.
                                              
                                    While some folks could think
                                     They were snug in their beds
                                        Others had visions
                                      Of dread in their heads.
                                              
                                       And Ma with her PC,
                                       And I with my Mac
                                     Had just logged on the Net
                                    And kicked back with a snack.
                                              
                                      When over the server,
                                     There arose such a clatter
                                       I called Mister Gates
                                     To see what was the matter.
                                              
                                        But he was away,
                                       So I flew like a flash
                                         Off to my bank
                                      To withdraw all my cash.
                                              
                                  When what with my wandering eyes
                                         Should I see?
                                        My good old Mac
                                       Looked sick to me.
                                              
                                      The hack of all hackers
                                       Was looking so smug,
                                       I knew that it must be
                                         The Y2K Bug!
                                              
                                      His image downloaded
                                        In no time at all,
                                      He whistled and shouted,
                                       Let all systems fall!
                                              
                                      Go Intel!  Go Gateway!
                                       Now HP!  Big Blue!
                                       Everything Compaq,
                                        And Pentium too!
                                              
                                        All processors big,
                                       All processors small,
                                     Crash away!  Crash away!
                                        Crash away all!
                                              
                                         All the controls
                                    That planes need for their flights
                                       All microwaves, trains
                                       And all traffic lights.
                                              
                                      As I drew in my breath
                                      And was turning around,
                                      Out through the modem,
                                      He came with a bound.
                                              
                                      He was covered with fur,
                                       And slung on his back
                                      Was a sackful of virus,
                                         Set for attack.
                                              
                                     His eyes-how they twinkled!
                                      His dimples-how merry!
                                   As midnight approached, though
                                     Things soon became scary.
                                              
                                      He had a broad little face
                                      And a round little belly,
                                     And his sack filled with virus
                                        Quivered like jelly.
                                              
                                     He was chubby and plump,
                                       Perpetually grinning,
                                    And I laughed when I saw him
                                 Though my hard drive stopped spinning.
                                              
                                        A wink of his eye,
                                      And a twist of his head,
                                      Soon gave me to know
                                      A new feeling of dread.
                                              
                                       He spoke not a word,
                                    But went straight to his work,
                                     He changed all the clocks,
                                      Then turned with a jerk.
                                              
                                      With a twitch of his nose,
                                      And a quick little wink,
                                       All things electronic
                                      Soon went on the blink.
                                              
                                     He zoomed from my system,
                                      To the next folks on line,
                                     He caused such a disruption,
                                       Could this be a sign?
                                              
                                     Then I heard him exclaim,
                                     With a loud, hearty shout,
                                      Happy Y2K to you all,
                                       This is a helluva night!
                                              

 




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