Word was getting a zero assault.
What would bring this whole thing to a halt?
Books were knocked on the keys.
Now we both were at ease -
We could say that the earthquake’s at fault.
Fix that workstation? Something ain't right.
Nah, the engineer won't want to fight.
Shipping's got to be done!
Those who work on a Sun
Hate appearing like they're not too bright.
In one day, there’s a cubicle shuffle.
But today there’s a major kerfuffle.
Said a super, “Well, you’ve
Heard tomorrow we move.
I just want to make sure all my stuff’ll.”
“That old ticket?” the pilot fish pleaded,
“What’s it for?” “Well," the user conceded,
“Just ignore that request.”
Then the user expressed,
“On our new system, I’m sure it’s needed.”
When the link to the server went dead,
Calling Wilma was something I’d dread.
"Don’t fret over that chore,
She’s not there anymore!
She’s now living in Bedrock with Fred."