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"The Night Before Crisis"

Twas the night before crisis, and all though the house,
not a program was working, not even the mouse.

The programmers were wrung out too mindless to care,
knowing changes of cutover hadn't a prayer.

The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of MRs' 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 Informix, his programs they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

On Update! On Add! On MR! 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 I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Turning specs 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 Adds, Added, 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 customer's last changes were even included.

And the customer exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt,
"It's just what I asked for, but it's not what I want".