While some folks could think they were snug in their beds
Others had visions of dread in their heads.
And Ma with her PC and me with my Mac,
Had just logged on the Net and kicked back for a snack.

When over the server there arose such a clatter
I called Mr. Gates to see what was the matter.
But he was away, so I flew like a flash,
Off to my bank to withdraw all my cash.

When what with my eyes should I see?
My good old Mac looked sick to me.
The hack of all hackers was looking so smug,
I knew that it must be the Y2K Bug.

His image downloaded in no time at all,
He whistled and shouted, let all systems fall!
Go Intell! Go Gateway! Now HP & Big Blue!
Everything Compaq and Pentium too!

All processors big, all processors small,
Crash away! Crash Away! Crash away all!
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out through the modem, he came with a bound.

He was covered with fur, and slung on his back
Was a sackful of virus set for attack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples - how merry!
As midnight approached tho - things soon became scary.

He had a broad little face and a round little belly
And his sack filled with viruses quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, perpetually grinning,
And I laughed when I saw him though by 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 changed all the clocks then turned with a jerk.

With a twitch of his nose, and a quick little wink,
All things electronic soon went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system, to the next folks in line,
He caused such a disruption, could this be a sign?

Then I heard him exclaim, with a loud hearty cry,

Happy Y2K to all -- and kiss your PC good-bye!!