Twas the night before CT reveal, when all through the Gigafactory
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Optimus
The banners were hung by the entrance with care,
In hopes that Elon soon would be there;
The Hodlers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of stock mooning danced in their heads;
When out on the Dealbook summit there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the TMC I flew like a flash,
Tore open the sore and threw up the sash.
There a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Elon
More rapid than eagles his cusses they came,
And he cussed and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, BOB! now, TIM!now, SATYA and SUNDAR
On, JEFF! on JOE! on, DONIE and ZUCK!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now Go away! Go away! Go away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the cusses they flew.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the MSM
The prancing and pawing of each little analcyst
As I drew in my head, and was turn
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A CT he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Elon
And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the CT orders then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his S to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CT reveal TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!