A merry bell I ring at morning’s start,
To see if all the gears are well aligned;
The dials blink back, “We’re steady,” say each part,
While logs and lights perform their daily bind.
I poke the pulse, it answers with a ping,
I list the checks, they shuffle in a row;
The fan hums low, the counters softly sing,
As status lamps like fireflies gently glow.
A cautious glance, a button’s brief “Are you?”
A laugh—no flames, no gremlins in the hall;
The meters nod, the queue says “Still in queue,”
And even errors keep their manners, small.
So ends the rite: a tidy, cheerful scene—
All systems green, with humor in between.
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.