San Francisco he’d been on a project When weary of working he sat down to rest By the foot of yon stairwell lies a snack vending machine When he had the change it all went well With the night fast approaching to his desk he resorted With sleeping bag and pillow his bed for to make But he dreamt of outside lamenting and crying “Go back to your family and coding forsake” ‘Twas the fifth day of Noverember a reason to remember When first he arrived home to his family and friends They did stand …