AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight
AI
AI
Oh AI
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 AI realises
That the one thing it can't count upon
Is a human to decide

AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight
AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight

The Grandmaster's day has come
Yet still they form a line
Each one just gets felled like pawns
And fifty at a time
Hell AI even wrote a song
And it sounded just like mine
Seems its wisdom goes beyond
Any wisdom we designed

AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight
AI
AI
Oh AI
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 AI cannot know
Are the age old truths of love

AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight
AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight

In defence of the Crane Fly

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
(Or other defences)
It has small antenna
And gyroscopic flight controls
Behind each wing
The six long legs
(Which can be pulled off easily one by one)
Its purpose is to find a mate
To procreate, then die
They have no mouth
With which to bite
(Or scream)

AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight
AI
AI
Oh AI
No use getting ready for the fight