Morning Star
A song on the brain is best played in the rain.
Its refrain to a lady from a fella.
Where not there quite yet.
But the strings wont get wet.
When the robot deploys his umbrella.
He sings a sweet song of a star being born.
over ages and all the many faces she's worn.
Off to the races with pace's that run to the morn.
Wearing genes with good seams.
And knees that are torn.
If not for this day they would never play.
She would never know her robots persistence.
The resistance might say.
Stardust saved the day.
Sing a song to salute her existence.
