"Wait for a Hazeltine"

"Let us be hackers; we'll merge all our programs together.
I've got some good ones right here on my tape."
So we walked up to the pig machines
And bought synthetic pies
And queued in to wait for a Hazeltine.

"Kathy", I said as we searched through my program with EMACS,
"IBM seems like a dream to me now.
It took me four days to punch up that subroutine!
I've come to wait for a Hazeltine."

Laughing at the queue, making fun of the users.
She said the grad student with the long name was a spy.
I said "Be careful: his terminal's really an A-bomb."

"Let's go log in again; you've still got some allocation."
"We used the last of it hours ago."
So I told her my username.
She put it in the queue.
And the moon shone down through the roof on us.

"Kathy, it's broke", I said, though I knew she was sleeping.
"It's looping and losing and I don't know why."
Counting the users at Ceras and Terman; they've
All come to wait for a Hazeltine.
All come to wait for a Hazeltine.
All come to wait for a Hazeltine.