Hopping Through Algorithms

(ribbit, ribbit)

Leaves are heavy and the rain is cold Running sixty miles to

the northern fold Deploying nodes in the deep black loam

(yeah) Branching mycelium seeking a home Debugging latency under the trees While

the cold wind rattles the water reeds

Thoughts multiply like the ripples on a pond

(ooh, look at that) We redraw the map but the hill goes

on

We optimize the routing on a five-degree slope While a tiny amphibian

searches for hope Twelve million records in a regional queue And a

frog on the keyboard,

stuck like glue He's looking at the system with a critical eye

Then he jumps in the mud as the clouds drift by (there

he goes)

Distributed networks under the moss Calculating gain and calculating loss

We negotiate sleep with the birds in the sky As the server

racks hum and the rain goes dry

API calls in the cold clay creek We've been running on this

path for a solid week

Thoughts multiply like the ripples on a pond (ooh,

look at that)

We redraw the map but the hill goes on

(ribbit, ribbit)