Twas the night before deploy, when all through the server,
not a script was running, not with any ferver
The queries were pushed to github with care,
in hopes that St. Deployment would soon be there;
The devs were all sitting at home on couches,
while visions of good deploys proved they were no slouches;
And Mindy in her ‘cubicle and I in my car,
Had just submitted our Java in one big jar;
When out on the floor there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter;
Away to windows I flew with a dash,
Tore open the login only to see the OS crash.
The icon on the desktop of was blinking just so,
gave a lustre of failure to the objects below;
When what to my wonderings eyes should appear,
But a minutia of code and eight tiny beer,
With a developer so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be my buddy Nick.
More rapid than eagles his fingers they flew,
and I knew more #SQLFamily was due,
Now Rie, Now Kathie, now Andy, now Hamish,
On Fritchey, on, Argenis, on Deborah, and on Klee!
To the top of the script, to the top of the code!
Now code away, code away, code away mode!
As leaves before the hurricane they fly,
When they met a debug, threw it to the sky;
So up to the keyboards the coders they flew
With their brains full of tips, and my buddy Nick too;
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the floor,
the opening and closing of every door.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the aisle my buddy Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in schwag, from his head to his feet,
And all his clothes were from Summit and Pass to beat;
A bundle of con gear he had to tell you the truth,
And he looked like a vendor just opening his booth.
His eyes — how they twinkled, his demos how merry,
His patter, purple prosy, his pitch too cheery!
His droll little cube was a certain new low,
And it was clear he would not win best in show;
The stump of a pen he held tight in his teeth,
and the ink circled the printout like a wreath;
He was chubby and plump, right jolly old dev,
I laughed when I saw him, as the code did rev;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
finding all the bugs in my code, making me feel quiet the jerk;
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a node, up the aisle he rose;
He sprang from his cube, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, quite like a missile;
But I heard him exclaim here he flew from action
Remember parametrize your queries, and to all a good closed Transaction!
– With apologies to Clement Moore (to whom I have no known translation) who apparently wrote the original (and much better) version just a few miles from where I currently sit.
From Wikipedia: The poem was first published anonymously in the Troy, New York Sentinel on 23 December 1823, having been sent there by a friend of Moore, and was reprinted frequently thereafter with no name attached. It was first attributed in print to Moore in 1837.