We test the pulse; we knock and say, “All right?”
A modest rite to bless the wires and light.
A ping, a wink, a tidy checklist tune,
A gentle scan beneath the waking moon—
We test the pulse; we knock and say.
We peek at gauges: “Green? Then onward, bright.”
If amber hums, we nudge it into flight.
No dragons here, just logs that croon,
A noon‑day rune—
We test the pulse; we knock and say.
We count the beats; they all return in time,
A little laugh, a purposeful old rhyme.
If something sighs, we fix it soon
With patient spoon—
We test the pulse; we knock and say.
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.