(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.)

’Twas the Code Before Deployment

’Twas the night before launch, and through every team,

The coders were working on one final stream.

The datasets were cleaned with meticulous care,

In hopes that the AI would soon learn and share.

The models were nestled in GPUs’ glow,

While visions of insights began to flow.

And I at my keyboard, with coffee in hand,

Prepared for predictions the world would demand.

When out in the logs, there arose such a clatter,

I sprang to the terminal to see what was the matter.

Away to the console, I flew like a flash,

Scrolled through the errors and cleared out the cache.

The moon through the window cast a soft, steady light,

On rows of code running deep into the night.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a self-healing script—it was finally here!

With a clever algorithm so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must do the trick.

More rapid than lightning, the outputs they came,

And it parsed every pattern, each node by its name:

“On Data! On Metrics! On Features and Loss!

On Weights and Biases! Let nothing be tossed!

To the top of the leaderboard, scale every wall!

Now optimize! Generalize! Learn it all!”

As neurons that fire in a networked embrace,

When they meet with complexity, solve it with grace.

So up went the model, predictions refined,

With wisdom from layers both deep and aligned.

And then, in a blink, from the screen it displayed,

An insight so brilliant, our doubts were allayed.

As I marveled in awe at the progress it showed,

It spoke to us softly in lines of clear code.

Its logic was flawless, its tone calm and sure,

Each answer it gave was precise and demure.

With embeddings and vectors, it mastered the art,

Of transforming raw data into something with heart.

The AI exclaimed, as it worked through the night,

“Happy coding to all, and to all, debug right!”