O error negative three,
What do I do with thee?
Thou makest thy presence known to me,
But thy secretive meaning's a mystery.
O error negative three,
Thy whining annoyeth me.
Why dost thou make each repeated attempt,
When all thou dost do is instill my contempt?
O error negative three,
Might I somehow pacify thee?
Somehow, some way, perchance some day,
I'd like to know what you'd like to say.