The Three Little Coders

Once in a bright town of screens and cords,

Three little coders built sites like little forts.

One coded quick with shortcuts and cheer,

“Mine’s done in a minute — it’s ready, my dear!”

The second one coded with flashy new tools,

“It looks very shiny — it’s full of cool rules!”

But the third little coder took time to prepare,

“I’ll add locks and updates and backups with care.”

Then came the Big Bad Hacker with a sneaky, sly grin,

He sniffed at the sites and said, “Let me in!”

He tried the quick site — with no password at all,

He guessed and he slipped through the tiny backwall.

The owner cried out, “My pictures! My games!”

And the hacker laughed softly and changed lots of names.

Next he tried the flashy site, full of glitter and sound,

But the coder had forgotten to update what he’d found.

A hole in a plugin opened the door,

And the hacker walked in like he owned the whole store.

At last he reached the third coder’s neat place,

With strong passwords and patches and a firewall in place.

There were backups and HTTPS, and two-step for login,

No easy way in — the hacker bumped, then he log-in’d nothin’.

The hacker huffed angry and tried every trick,

But the site kept on running, secure and slick.

So he stomped back to his screen, grumbling alone,

While the three little coders enjoyed their safe zone.