robot man protects me from aliens
Robot man I bought back in sixty-nine
Looks scary, ominous, totally ultra-fine.
When the invaders came, I put him in my yard.
They terrorized others, but thought he was a guard.
These spaceships avoided him, as if he were mean.
Disappeared rather rapidly, never again to be seen.
Many other townspeople disappeared that weird Tuesday.
But I am still here, with my robot man, resting away.
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