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Ode til en bugtrack – af Jan Ullerup Witzner
 
Oh du fejl i kode,
hvorfor plager du mig.
Du er sky – som bambi i jagtsæsonen,
Du løber hastigt din vej.
 
Kan jeg dig ikke finde,
Må jeg ty lidt til,
At kode rundt i blinde,
For jeg dig løse vil!

Mit eget forsøg er en smule mere søgt:

Largeaccount billing is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip

Something's here I not getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory, long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

In these little products
A secret waiting to be cracked
These prices and overrides confuse me so
Confound it all, I love it though

Simple objects, nothing more
but somethings hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmmm..

I have read these Geneva Manuals so many times
I know the tables and I know the tariffs
I know the API calls all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As offen as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my boney finger on