Ops, wha hae wi' Ruby bled
Ops, wham Agile has astray led
Welcome to your downtime bed
Or to functioning!
Now's the day, and now's the hour
See the DevOps heresy lour
See approach proud coder's power
"Gee, it worked for me!"
Wha will be a traitor boob?
Wha would fill a coder's cube?
Wha sae base as be a n00b?
Let him turn, and flee!
Wha for uptime's rule and law
linux bash will strongly draw
For True Ops stand or True Ops fa'
Let him follow me!
By Management's woes and pains
By your apps in interpreted chains
we will drain our cluster rings
but they shall be free!
Lay the useless hipsters low!
Douchebags fall in every foe!
Uptime's in ever'y blow!
Let us do or die!
With many, many apologies and thanks to Robby Burns, whose poem "Scots, Wha Hae" this is ruthlessly stolen from.
IN2K11