(Original parody, written past 4am.) Fixing Some Bugs on a Sunday Evening by David A. Lyons, January 1994 (with apologies to Robert Frost) Whose bugs these are I think I know, But now he works at 3DO; He will not see me working here To fix his code and make it go. The saner folk must think it queer To trace without the source code near After a launch and frozen mouse The weirdest stack crawl of the year. I give my nodding head a shake To see if I can stay awake. The only other thing to do Is find some more caffeine to take. This bug is pretty hard to nip, But I have other ones to fix, And tons to go before we ship, And tons to go before we ship. (Note: Hey, it's fiction. Close to reality in spirit, but does not refer to a specific project, bug, Sunday, or brand of soft drink.)
(From the "Rest" of RHF)