Twas the night before implementation

And all through the house,
Not a program was working,
Not even a browse.

The programmers hung by their displays in despair, with hopes that a miracle would soon be there.
The users were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of  inquiries danced in their heads.
When out of the hall rose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
And to my wondering eyes should appear, but a super programmer with a six pack of beer.
His resume glowed with experience so rare, he turned out great code with a bit pusher's flair.
More rapid than eagles, his programs they came, and he whistled and shoulded and called them by name: 
On Update! On Add! On Inquire! On Delete!
 On Batch Jobs! On Closing! 
On Functions Complete.
His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and learn, from weekends and nights spent in front of a screen.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon game me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his working, turning specs into code, then turned with a jerk;
And laying his finger on the ENTER KEY, the system came up and worked properly.
The updates updated; the deletes, they deleted; The inquiries inquired; and the closings completed.
He tested each whistle, and tested each bell, with nary an ABEND, and all had gone well.
The system was finished and the tests were completed.
The client's last changes were even included.

The clients exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt, "It's just what I asked for, but not what I want."