There once was a boy A robotic boy With a crank sticking out of his brain
He never performed With sadness or joy He was just simply programmed to sing
So he sang So he sang So he sang Until one day
With no one around This robot fell down And the crank it broke off of his head With the jar to his hard drive He felt all alive The old robot he used to be; dead.
There was rage in his brain There was pain in his frame There was love, there was hunger and strife He felt lonely, rejected at times disconnected No answer to the meaning of life