My Robot Brings me Six Meals a Day
My robot brings me six meals a day
We started out with three, but he was sad
He lives to please me in every kind of way
His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad
Robot makes my bed, he shines my boots and shoes
Eliminates all doubts, makes me laugh, tickles away my blues
He vacuums and dusts, washes dishes and walks the dog
But his snoring is outrageous, so I make him sleep out by the bog
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