'Twas Y2K night and all through the nation,

We awaited "The Bug", the Millennial sensation.
The chips were replaced in computers with care,
In hopes that old Bugsy wouldn't stop there.
While some folks could sleep all snug in their beds,
Others had visions of dread in their heads.
Now Ma with her PC, and I with my Mac,
Had logged on the Net and kicked back with a snack.
When over the server there arose such a clatter,
I called AOL to see what was the matter.
But their phone lines were clogged, so I flew like a flash,
To a night ATM to withdraw all my cash.
But word of a shortage caused such a demand,
That the money was gone, and the streets were all jammed.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
On my monitor screen, to fill me with fear?
The Hack of all hackers stood 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!
All systems Compaq! Dell's Pentiums, too!
All processors big, all processors small!
Now, crash away! Crash away! Crash away, all!
All the software controls that make the planes fly,
All microwaves, trains! Their programs must die!"
All through their computers, the predictions he'd made
Would soon all come true, and this Bug would be paid!
And then came rude beeping as midnight drew near,
All over the globe, in each hemisphere.
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out through my modem, he came with a bound.
He was covered with fur and slung on his back,
Was a sackful of virus all set for attack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples - how merry!
As midnight arrived, though, things soon became scary.
His droll little mouth drew up in a sneer,
As he sat on my keyboard to await the New Year.
Two little antennae stuck out of his head,
"Improved his reception", from what I've heard said.
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
And his sack filled with junk-code quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, perpetually grinning.
Though I laughed when I saw him, 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 trashed all my programs, then turned with a jerk.
With a twitch of his nose, and a quick little wink,
All things electronic went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system to the next folks on line,
And caused them disruption more costly than mine.
Then my computer shut down and the lights all went out,
The phone lines went dead - and there was no more doubt...
As I heard him exclaim, with a loud hearty cry,
"Y2K to all! Kiss computers goodbye!"