The Running of Test 303
There are bugs adrift on the late night shift
That cannot be foretold,
The audit trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
Debugging nights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that time on the way to changeover day
When I ran test three-oh-three.
Now three-oh-three in its infancy
Was simple and sublime,
A bit set here or a patch put there
All done in record time.
"A trivial test is always best"
The experts love to state;
But a test gone sour at the midnight hour
Is a test you come to hate.
All through the day we slugged away
At data errors in store,
Talk about dumps! They lay in lumps
On every foot of floor
And the printer's stammer beat like a hammer,
In sonic tyranny.
It wasn't much fun and we hadn't yet run
The infamous three-oh-three.
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