[first Man] I Think; I Think I Am; Therefore I Am; I Think [establishment] Of Course You Are, My Bright Little Star, I've Miles And Miles Of Files Pretty Files of Your Forefathers' Fruit and Now to Suit Our Great Computer You're [sic] Magnetic Ink. [first Man] I'm More Than That; I Know I Am; At Least, I Think I Must Be. [inner Man] There You Go, Man, Keep As Cool As You Can, Face Piles Of Trials With Smiles. It Riles Them to Believe That You Perceive the Web They Weave And Keep On Thinking Free.