We tap the gauges; all appears okay.
We check each lamp for wobble, beep, and grin.
A cheerful chime confirms the gears still spin.
We run the little rites at break of day,
Then sip our coffee while the tests begin;
We tap the gauges; all appears okay.
No mystic art, just checklists, neat as play,
If one line coughs, we coax it back within.
A cheerful chime confirms the gears still spin.
We laugh, reset, and take the boring way,
A false alarm may stir a noble din.
We tap the gauges; all appears okay.
The ritual repeats; we do not pray,
Most phantoms fade when evidence comes in.
A cheerful chime confirms the gears still spin.
At noon, at dusk, through calm methodic sway,
We trust, yet note that gremlins may drop in.
We tap the gauges; all appears okay.
A cheerful chime confirms the gears still spin.
Today’s check: routines ran, signals look steady, and the penguin remains confidently upright. If something ever looks off, we’ll say so—without oversharing.