I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
I must go code in the C again, for the call of recursive code
Is a wild call and a clear call that runs and won't be slowed;
And all I ask is a tall latte with the white foam frothing,
And no flung err and no blown stack, and the C goes flying.
I must go code in the C again, to the lonely code frontier,
Where no goto's in the while's way, where the logic is sharp and clear;
And all I ask is a #define from a fellow C-programmer,
And quiet sleep when a clean doc's in the LaTeX grammar.
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