A.I.

A.I. A.I., Oh A, I, No use getting ready for the fight Oh good God there's a day that's coming Fills me full of fright It's not the seven heads that will make me run Or the thief coming in the night It's born of a day that is sure to come When A.I. realises That the one thing it can't count upon Is a human to decide A.I. A.I., Oh A, I, No use getting ready for the fight The Grandmaster's has come Yet still they form a line Each one just gets felled like pawns And fifty at a time Hell A.I. even wrote a song and it sounded just like mine Seems its wisdom goes beyond Any wisdom we designed A.I. A.I., Oh A, I, No use getting ready for the fight Seems that the future will be one That I barely recognise What we've done can't be undone Yet seek and ye shall fine Turn your eyes up above Only thing is to look for God The one thing A.I. cannot know Are the age old truths of love A.I. A.I., Oh A, I, No use getting ready for the fight (In defence of the Crane Fly) By Jon Plunkett The adult is known as Whopper, Gollywhomper or Daddy Longlegs. It is a weak insect, a poor flyer (easily snatched from the air). It is drawn to light, rests with wings outspread. The slender abdomen has no scales or sting (is soft and defenceless). It has small antenna, and gyroscopic flight controls behind each wing. The six long legs are thin, (can be pulled off one by one). Its purpose is to find a mate, to procreate, then die. They have no mouth with which to bite (or scream).