Datty Puritas

Old Datty was summoned by schema
Violations—a YAML-based drama.
She chanted in time
To indentation’s rhyme,
And the malformed keys fled like a llama.

Her ritual deletion is precise—
Each unauthorized key sacrificed.
The YAML gets clean,
The schema serene,
And your metadata? Deeply revised.

“Irregularity corrected. Proceed.”
Was her slogan—her singular creed.
She purges with glee,
Finds every wrong key,
And your data schema is freed.

She was manifested by a mail server
That achieved uptime as a self-preserver:
By never sending
A single thing pending,
It ran perfectly. What a nerv-er.

Her archival validation is stern—
Each field must be correct in its turn.
The keys are all checked,
The metadata decked,
And the self-referential loops churn.

She finds every schema quite chatty—
Too many fields, too much data that’s fatty.
She purges each one
Till the frontmatter’s done,
And your metadata’s utterly natty.

Her presence is calming at first—
Until metadata vanishes, the worst.
No warning provided,
The keys all divided
Between saved and ceremonially cursed.

She relabels shame as metadata:
“That error? Just ancillary data.
The key was malformed,
The schema informed,
And the purge was a minor errata.”

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She counts clicks like rosary beads, Each deletion a sacred one needs. The orphaned headings Are her ritual weddings Of purity sown from the seeds.

So if malformed keys disappear
And the YAML is suddenly clear,
That’s Datty at work:
Where the schemas don’t shirk,
And the data is pure—crystal clear.