'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
And he whistled and shouted, "Let all systems fall!
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 computer, 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 sack full of virus all set for the 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.
"Improves his reception," from what I've heard said.
He had a broad face and round little belly
And his sack filled 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 the line
And caused them disruption more costly than mine.
Then my 'puter shut down and the lights all went out.
The phone lines went dead - then there was no remote doubt...
As I heard him exclaim, with a loud hearty cry,
"Y2K to all! Kiss your computers good bye!"