DMR is my shepherd; I shall not want
   He maketh me to write code sans disasters:
   He leadeth me around the null pointers.

   He restoreth my tapes: he leadeth me
   In the paths of UNIX for its name's sake.

   Yea, though I walk through the valley
   Of the shadow of Wintel, I will fear no evil:
   The Source is with me; my root password and group staff
   They comfort me.

   He prepareth a server before me in
   defiance of Slick Willy Gates:
   He protecteth my filesystems from Usenet;
   My Sun runneth faster.

   Surely network and printer shall work for me
   All the days of my life: and I will dwell
   With my data intact for ever.