I bet it may surprise you to know that robots are taking over your show. That is right! Day and night, you have robots all over you. They are mixing with the germs at your zoo. And you can't see them at all. So they are truly having a ball. Maybe one day they will go nuts and burn down all huts. But until then I just thought it would be fun to see what they are in and give them a run.
Bugs bugs everywhere,
All over your lair.
But do you care?
As they aren't all that rare.
In your hair stuff,
Some skidoo that makes the waves rough.
Even safety cleaner.
I guess the bugs make it meaner.
Can even curl your iron too.
With some moisture care stuff they glue.
Right to your skin.
Don't you like robots helping you win?
A baby blanket has some,
The tennis racket you use to swat a bum.
A baby carriage too.
Look what those bugs can do.
Even a plush toy or two.
I bet that you never knew.
As they even take a hike,
When you clean your bike.
Blankets and throws as well,
Aren't robot bugs swell?
Body volume shampoo,
And Conditioner too!
Some speakers and a nap pillow,
Have the bugs whisper across a willow.
A diamond and some slippers,
I bet they are even in flippers.
Mouthwash has some too!
Oh I bet you didn't have a clue.
Imagine sloshing around robot bugs in your yap.
Maybe they'd make Flappy stop her flap.
Or she would choke.
And maybe even croak.
Like a frog that is,
Death is a nasty biz.
Except when you're a super powered cat,
Which I have in Pat's book number 4 at his mat.
The bugs romp around inside me too.
Just as they do with you.
Now if only you could harness that,
Then you could be powerful like the cat.
Well maybe as powerful as a mutt,
Your sniffer may even want to take a whiff of a butt.
Don't forget they are in vegetable cleaner as well.
Really? What the hell!
I guess all want you to eat the robot bugs.
Maybe there is a conspiracy at play with these thugs.
Like they are playing a long con.
Then they will turn them on,
You'll fall of a roof or have another goof.
Robot bugs could make you dead,
And bang your pretty little head.
Don't you love them now?
You never know you could get lucky and they will make you meow.
So now you know they are in many things you pass daily at your show. If some evil mastermind not as nice as my rhyming behind, tries to take control and make them go for a stroll. You could end up robot din din and that would not be a win. I know really stretching it there. But think as you do up your hair the tiny robots could grab hold and rip it all out. That would make you shout. Didn't you like these sorta stretched facts that have come to pass? Now I must go chase those robot bugs away from my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.