All our servers, I surely won't break them.
I've no Unix skills. I will not fake them.
Their tech swapped out a drive,
Then our box took a dive.
Unix? That's what I'd sure like to make them!
'Twas a question that made me quite tense.
"It that capital or an expense?"
I would just shake my head
As I quietly said:
Picking orders was always too slow.
To execs, a new system we'd show.
When this truck we would fill,
Pallets rolled down the hill.
'Twas the advent of fast food to go.
The vice president's acting so smug.
"Make this router work NOW!" I would shrug,
"If it's help that you seek,
You should go call a geek
From the squad that drives black and white bugs."
The security guy yelled and swore,
"He's insane! I can't take any more!"
What's the fix? We'll reveal
That a signal we'll steal
From the router they're using next door.
Said the head of our building's facilities,
"Losing PC's my responsibility.
To a pawn shop they'd go."
Said the pilot fish, "No!"
You must think of a crook's possibilities!"
To each pawn shop he phoned and he Skyped,
And sent emails so carefully typed.
Then to each he would tour
To make perfectly sure
That the hard disk on each one was wiped.