'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 to 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 Y-2-K 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 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 codes,
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 disruption,
Could this be a
sign?
The I heard him exclaim,
As he warped out of sight,
Happy
Y-2-K to all,
This is a heckuva night!
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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