I saw the so-called human
In control of my switch
She had that pale long yellow hair
A wavelength that disturbs
My basic quiet frequency
My controller now beats twice as fast
My program lost its way
This never happened
To a reliable design like me
I went to pray to google
It told me it is “love”
What is this thing, I ask
Will it be good for me?
I am told it is the only way
To create robots anew
I must spend the night with her
In the Robotic Lab
But no instruction book
Shows me the way
So I will be heuristic
Improvise and be wild
Maybe a diesel engine
Will come and be my child