Ygor
12-07-1999, 11:35 AM
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 me 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 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 system 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!
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 sack full of virus, set for attack.
His eyes - how they twinkled!
His dimples - how merry!
As midnight approached, things sure 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 cry,
'Happy Y2K to all, kiss your PC good-bye!'
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 me 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 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 system 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!
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 sack full of virus, set for attack.
His eyes - how they twinkled!
His dimples - how merry!
As midnight approached, things sure 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 cry,
'Happy Y2K to all, kiss your PC good-bye!'