The inputters are flipping out
Till this predicament abates:
They have no work to be about,
Unless the system operates.

You wait until you're at the stage
Where wilder folk become Berserks:
Before it's up, you're sunk in age,
And can't remember how it works.

But winter passes on: with spring,
Computers spring up green once more.
But input quick, for in the wing
Another outage lies in store.