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?