At dawn I tap the gauges: all is well.
I ring the little bell for bits and bytes;
A cheerful check can break a future spell.
I ask each sleepy process, “Any tale to tell?”
They yawn, then march in neat, obedient lights.
At dawn I tap the gauges: all is well.
The logs cough once, then clear their dusty shell;
No dragons in the queue, no phantom frights.
A cheerful check can break a future spell.
I test the doors, the backups, and the swell
Of tiny pings that wink like porch-lamp nights.
At dawn I tap the gauges: all is well.
If one red lamp appears, I know it well:
First breathe, then trace, then fix with patient rites.
A cheerful check can break a future spell.
So keep the ritual, simple, true, and swell;
We laugh, we verify, we sleep on calmer nights.
At dawn I tap the gauges: all is well.
A cheerful check can break a future spell.
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.