ROBOT KID                  ROBOT KID

                                                                                    Robot kid,

                                                                              Stay in your grid.

                                                                              Don't flip your lid.

                                                                             Just stay well hid,

                                                                       Until your programs run.

                                                                   Your father was a nose cone.

                                                                     Your mother was a phone.

                                                            Your God was merely flesh and bone

                                                                        Who left you here alone                   .