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committer: Tailor Script <tailor@pidgin.im>
author | Rob Flynn <gaim@robflynn.com> |
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date | Thu, 23 Mar 2000 03:13:54 +0000 |
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1 The Penguin | |
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3 by Jeramey Crawford <jacrawf@marko.net> | |
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5 Rob Flynn <rflynn@blueridge.net> | |
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8 Once upon a term'nal dreary, while I hack'ed, weak and weary, | |
9 Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten code-- | |
10 While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a beeping, | |
11 As of some one gently feeping, feeping using damn talk mode. | |
12 "'Tis some hacker," I muttered, "beeping using damn talk mode-- | |
13 Only this. I hate talk mode." | |
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15 Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak semester, | |
16 And college life wrought its terror as the school year became a bore. | |
17 Eagerly I wished for privledges;--higher access I sought to borrow | |
18 For my term'nal, unceasing sorrow--sorrow for a file called core-- | |
19 For the rare and radiant files of .c the coders call the core-- | |
20 Access Denied. Chown me more. | |
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22 "Open Source," did all mutter, when, with very little flirt and flutter, | |
23 In there stepped a stately Penguin of the saintly days of yore. | |
24 Quite a bit obese was he; having eaten lots of fish had he, | |
25 But, by deign of Finnish programmer, he sat in the middle of my floor-- | |
26 Looking upon my dusty term'nal in the middle of my floor-- | |
27 Came, and sat, and nothing more. | |
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29 Then the tubby bird beguiling my sad code into shining, | |
30 By the free and open decorum of the message that it bore, | |
31 "Though thy term'nal be dusty and slow," he said, "Linux be not craven!" | |
32 And thus I installed a new OS far from the proprietary shore-- | |
33 The kernel code open but documentation lacking on this shore. | |
34 Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" | |
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36 Much I marvelled this rotund fowl to hear discourse so plainly, | |
37 Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore; | |
38 For we cannot help believing that no living human being | |
39 Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird in the middle of his floor-- | |
40 Bird or beast sitting in the middle of his cluttered floor, | |
41 With such instructions as "pipe grep more." | |
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43 But the Penguin, sitting lonely in that cluttered floor, spoke only | |
44 Those words, as if its soul in that instruction he did outpour. | |
45 Nothing more did he need utter; understood did I among that clutter-- | |
46 Understood his command as I could scarcely do a few moments before-- | |
47 I typed as furious as was willed me, understanding just a minute before. | |
48 Again the bird said "pipe grep more!" | |
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50 "Amazing!" said I, "Penguin we will conquor the world if you will! | |
51 By the Network that interconnects us--by that Finn we both adore-- | |
52 We'll take this very world by storm!" For now grasped I what he'd meant, | |
53 The thing I do while searching /usr/doc/* for that wond'rous lore-- | |
54 Those compendiums of plaintext documentation and descriptive lore. | |
55 Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" | |
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57 And the Penguin, never waddling, still is sitting, still is sitting | |
58 In the middle of my room and still very cluttered floor; | |
59 And his eyes have all the seeming of the free beer I am drinking | |
60 And the term'nal-light o'er him glowing throws his shadows on the floor; | |
61 And this OS from out the shadows that is pow'ring my term'nal on the floor | |
62 Shall be dominating--"Pipe grep more!" | |
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