Twas the night before deadline and all through the house not a program was working, not even a browse. The programmers hung round their cubes in despair with hopes that a miracle soon would be there. The users were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of inquiries danced in their heads. When out of the Sun their arose such a clatter I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but a super programmer with a six pack of beer. His resume glowed with experience so rare he turned out great code with a bit-pushers flair. More rapid than eagles, his programs they came -- he whistled and shouted and called them by name; On update, on add, on inquire, on delete, on batch jobs, on closing, on functions complete. His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and lean from weekends and nights spent in front of a screen. 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 turning specs into code; then he turned with a jerk, typed "make" and then coolly depressed the enter key. The system came up and worked perfectly. The updates updated, the deletes they deleted, the inquiries inquired, the closing completed. He tested each whistle, he tested each bell, and with nary a core dump; all had gone well. The system was finished, the tests were concluded, the clients last changes were even included. And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt, "It's just what I asked for but NOT what I want!" -- Author unknown