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Oh, we set sail through the code so tight,
With Bamboo running through the night.
The SELinux fix, we did await,
But the tests turned sour, sealing our fate.

Oh, Bamboo, why did you fail me so?
I left you to run, but the winds won't blow.
The tests they crashed, and I saw the sign,
That "host-linux" job ain't mine to bind.

The code was sound, the fix was near,
I thought the audits would soon cheer.
But "host-linux," with its bitter wail,
Made my overnight dreams turn frail.

The logs they stacked, the errors rose,
What happened there, nobody knows.
The fix was close, but Bamboo lied,
And left me adrift on this testing tide.

Now I'll fix this mess, come day or night,
But Bamboo’s curse still holds me tight.
I’ll sail again, and test once more,
To fix that error and settle the score!