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Dopo l’ode al backup, ecco a voi la poesia del sistemista

Non l’ho tradotta altrimenti le rime non tornano, ma comunque è perfetta cosi:

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted ’cause the index doesn’t hash,
then your situation’s hopeless and your system’s gonna crash.

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that’s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
then you may as well reboot it and go out with a bang,
’cause as sure as I’m a poet, your system’s gonna hang.

When the copy of your floppy’s getting sloppy on the disk,
and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,
when you have to flash your memory and try to RAM your ROM,
quickly turn off the computer and be sure to call your Mom!!

Non so’ voi, ma io sono in lacrime :’-D