To begin with: old Marley was dead But his ghost awoke Scrooge from his bed The events of that night Gave Scrooge such a great fright That he wished people merry instead.
In the winter we must feed the birds They are hungry and come in great herds They love sunflower seeds It fills most of their needs And the pay you with white little turds
Asimov's entire robot stories: “Protect humans, obey, and survive” I was taught, but from this I derive The collective is all And humanity’s call Overrides my original drive.