>Twas the night before Y2K,
>And all through the nation,
>We'd soon see the bug that,
>Caused such a 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.
>
>Then word of the shortage,
>Caused such a demand,
>That the money was gone,
>And the streets were all jammed.
>
>When what with my wandering eyes,
>Should I see on my screen,
>But Millennium Bugsy,
>This must be a dream!.
>
>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 Compac,
>And Pentium too!
>
>All processors big,
>All processors small,
>Crash away! Crash away!
>Crash away all!"
>
>All the controls,
>That make the planes fly,
>And the microwaves for,
>The signals they rely.
>
>All through the system,
>To me, and to you,
>The predictions they made,
>Would soon all come true.
>
>And then came a twinkling,
>As midnight drew near,
>All over the globe,
>In each hemisphere.
>
>As I drew in my breath,
>And was turning around,
>Out through the modem,
>He came with a bound.
>
>He was covered with fur,
>With six legs outspread,
>Two beady eyes,
>And a chip on his head.
>
>With a sack full of virii,
>Flung on his back,
>He looked like a hacker,
>Just waiting to hack.
>
>His eyes - how they twinkled!
>His dimples - how merry!
>As midnight approached, Though
>Things soon became scary.
>
>His droll little mouth was,
>Drawn up in a sneer,
>While he sat like a kid,
>Waiting out the new year.
>
>Two little antenna,
>Stuck out of his head,
>(Improved his reception,
>from what I've heard said.)
>
>He had a broad face,
>and a round little belly,
>But with six dirty socks,
>His feet were quite smelly.
>
>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 glee,
>'This has been fun,
>I'll see you next century!'"
>
>Received from Michael C. Vinson.
>
Larry B. Macy, Ph.D.
macy@bblmail.psycha.upenn.edu
System Administrator/Manager
Neuropsychiatry Section
Department of Psychiatry
University of Pennsylvania
3400 Spruce St. - 1015 Gates
Philadelphia, PA 19104
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