Article 308 of rec.humor.funny:
>From: bradley@m.cs.uiuc.edu (David K. Bradley)
Subject: the worm before christmas
Keywords: topical, computer, original, chuckle
Date: 9 Dec 88 08:20:04 GMT


			"The Worm Before Christmas"
			    by Clement C. Morris

	    (a.k.a. David Bradley, Betty Cheng, Hal Render, 
			Greg Rogers, and Dan LaLiberte)

	Twas the night before finals, and all through the lab
	Not a student was sleeping, not even McNabb.
	Their projects were finished, completed with care
	In hopes that the grades would be easy (and fair).

	The students were wired with caffeine in their veins
	While visions of quals nearly drove them insane.
        With piles of books and a brand new highlighter,
	I had just settled down for another all nighter ---

	When out from our gateways arose such a clatter,
	I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter;
	Away to the console I flew like a flash,
        And logged in as root to fend off a crash.

	The windows displayed on my brand new Sun-3,
	Gave oodles of info --- some in 3-D.
	When, what to my burning red eyes should appear
	But dozens of "nobody" jobs.  Oh dear!

	With a blitzkrieg invasion, so virulent and firm,
        I knew in a moment, it was Morris's Worm!
	More rapid than eagles his processes came,
	And they forked and exec'ed and they copied by name:

	"Now Dasher!  Now Dancer!  Now, Prancer and Vixen!
	On Comet!  On Cupid!  On Donner and Blitzen!
	To the sites in .rhosts and host.equiv
	Now, dash away!  dash away!  dash away all!"

	
	And then in a twinkling, I heard on the phone,
	The complaints of the users.  (Thought I was alone!)
	"The load is too high!"  "I can't read my files!"
	"I can't send my mail over miles and miles!"

	I unplugged the net, and was turning around,
        When the worm-ridden system went down with a bound.
	I fretted.  I frittered.  I sweated.  I wept.
	Then finally I core dumped the worm in /tmp.

	It was smart and pervasive, a right jolly old stealth,
	And I laughed, when I saw it, in spite of myself.
	A look at the dump of that invasive thread
	Soon gave me to know we had nothing to dread.

	The next day was slow with no network connections,
	For we wanted no more of those pesky infections.
	But in spite of the news and the noise and the clatter,
	Soon all became normal, as if naught were the matter.

	Then later that month while all were away,
	A virus came calling and then went away.
	The system then told us, when we logged in one night:
        "Happy Christmas to all!  (You guys aren't so bright.)"


	[ Note:  The machines dasher.cs.uiuc.edu, 
	  dancer.cs.uiuc.ed, prancer.cs.uiuc.edu, etc. have
	  been renamed deer1, deer2, deer3, etc. so as not
	  to confuse the already burdened students who use 
	  those machines. We regret that this poem reflects 
	  the older naming scheme and hope it does not confuse
	  the network adminstrator at your site.  -Ed.]
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