Robot Nursery Rhymes

[Bushface]

I came across the following while re-reading my SF magazine collection. There may have been more: a couple of pages are missing.


MATRIX GOOSE
A GARDEN OF ROBOTIC VERSE FOR
THE TINFANT FRESH FROM THE FOUNDRY
BY JACK SHARKEY

Clack and Brill went up the hill
To test their dorsal rockets
Clack's trajection tube was wrecked
And Brill bent both her sprockets.

M-3 had a little cam,
Eccentric was its force
And ev'ry cog that M-3 meshed
The cam would nudge off course
Until, in cybernetics class,
One day its axis slipped
And m-3's classmates buzzed and glowed
To see her gear-teeth stripped.

Meter, meter, voltage eater
Had a wire, an overheater.
He rigged a bypass at that spot
And now it doesn't know what's watt.

Grease storage hot, grease storage cold,
Grease storage means you've got rust controlled.

Robo-car 1-D
Built on Monday
Shipped on Tuesday
Sold on Wednesday
Driven on Thursday
Wrecked on Friday
Hauled on Saturday
Scrapped on Sunday
That is the end of Robo-car 1-D.



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[Onionsoilder]

Not exactly robot-related, but somewhat in the same vein:

Hush little baby don't you cry,
Mommy's going to buy you a mockingbird,
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
I'll pluck out it's feathers and rip off it's wings.