'Twas the night before crisis, and all through the house, not a program was working not even a browse.
When the boss heard the news, his mood was hard-wired, "These programs will work, or you are all fired!"
The programmers were wrung out too mindless to care, Knowing the chances of transfer hadn't a prayer.
The users were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of inquires danced in their heads.
When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my tube to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear. but a Super Programmer, oblivious to fear.
More rapid than eagles, His programs they came. He wistled and shouted, and called them by name;
On Update! On Add! On Inquiry! On Delete! On Batch Jobs! On Closing! On Functions Complete!
His eyes were glazed over, His fingers were lean, From Weekends and nights In front of the screen.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, Turning specks into code, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger on the 'Enter' key, The system came up and worked perfectly.
The updates, updated. The deletes, they deleted. The inquires, inquired, and the closing completed.
He tested each whistle, and tested each bell. With nary an abend and all had gone well.
The system was finished, the tests were concluded. The client's last changes were even included.
And the client exclamed, with a snarl and a taunt, "It's just what I asked for, but it's not what I want!"
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