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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
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! | |