The Tale of TCP

In a world of packets, swift and free,
There stands a hero: mighty TCP.
With steady hands, it builds a line,
A connection strong, reliable, fine.

"Three-way handshake," TCP does say,
"Let's start the journey the proper way."
With SYN and ACK, the dance begins,
Ensuring data safely wins.

Across the wires, the bits do roam,
Yet TCP guides each one home.
Retransmissions, if they stray,
"No worries, friend, I'll save the day!"

Flow control, it keeps the pace,
Making sure there's no disgrace.
With windows sliding, smooth and neat,
It guarantees a perfect feat.

And when the task is finally through,
TCP will say, "Farewell to you."
It closes the door with grace, no doubt,
With FIN and ACK, it heads back out.

So raise a glass to this protocol true,
For without TCP, what would we do?
In a world of chaos, it keeps things right,
Making sure data gets home each night.