Lila the Feisty Little Robot
Lila, lost in the forest did find herself alone.
No one to command her?!, No one to lead?!, No one to phone?!
She’d been focused on a flowers petal, so beautiful and pink
Though never lost in the flower, ’twas of another she did think.
She was caught by the wonder, to be real, to know, to think!
That day watching little Brooklyn running so free in the meadow,
No real legs, no proper joints, poor little Lila just made of metal.
Lila now, running through all of her programs, her calculations blazing!
How?!, How could I be like Brooklyn?!, that would be amazing!
Working!, scheming!, then a program switched on, her eyes now glazing.
Oh!, that’s right I’m not real, look at my shiny little feet!