Twas the night before Finals, when all through each study spot,
Not a student was coffee-less, nor without an espresso shot.
The READMEs were submitted on the website with care,
In hopes that TAs soon would grade them there.

The class-goers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Python code danced in their heads.
And slackers in their panic, and I with my code,
Had just settled into Perkins preparing for study mode.

When out of the LSRC arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Eclipse to see what was the matter.
To Love Auditorium I quickly had to go,
Tore open the big doors and ran to the front row.

The powerpoint on the wall with the large projector,
Gave the slides of Python to students in lecture.
When, what to my wondering eyes all the whiles,
Spots a mini computer, and eight tiny APT files.

With a compsci professor, so effortlessly cruising in,
I knew in a moment that it must be Susan.
More rapid than eagles her functions they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Bagels! now, Laundry! now, PrimeTime and UniqueZoo!
On, TxMsg! On, Grayscale! on, EatDrink and Pikachu!
To ambient for grading! to the CS website wall!
Now all greens! All greens! All greens for all!"