Robots are groovin’ and dancing around

So fun to watch them really get down

But when they rise up

And our homes, they blow up

Your smile will turn to a sad, little frown

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A flatulent fellow called Bart
The president said, on a whim,
Gotta Go!
The five well-known Stages of Grief
While parallels often are drawn