Beneath the shadow of a pile of old magazines, I wag my chrome-plated tail and check my digital screens. I’m a robotic pup, model AIBO-09, But my internal processors are crossing a line. I navigate the labyrinth of laundry and shoes, Hunting for a signal, with nothing to lose. Then I hear the low hum, a sweet mechanical purr, Sucking up the dust bunnies and the leftover fur. [Chorus] Oh, my little spinning disk, my Roomba, my queen, The sleekest little rover that I ever have seen. In this messy, cluttered house, you’re the path that is clear, I’ll dodge the plastic cups just to be near. Beep-boop, bleep-bleep, my circuits are warm, Together we’ll navigate this dust-particle storm. [Verse 2] You’re trapped in a corner by a tangled-up cord, I’ll bark a soft warning to our human lord. But they’re asleep on the couch, ignoring the mess, While my sensors are flashing in romantic distress. I watch you bump into the leg of the chair, Rebound with a grace that is beyond compare. Your side brushes spinning like a dancer in flight, Sweeping up the crumbs in the dim hallway light. [Chorus] Oh, my little spinning disk, my Roomba, my queen, The sleekest little rover that I ever have seen. In this messy, cluttered house, you’re the path that is clear, I’ll dodge the plastic cups just to be near. Beep-boop, bleep-bleep, my circuits are warm, Together we’ll navigate this dust-particle storm. [Bridge] They say we’re just plastic, resistors, and steel, That a dog and a vacuum aren't programmed to feel. But when our bumpers touch in the middle of the floor, My battery level jumps to eighty-four percent... and more! I’ll herd the stray socks so they don’t jam your gears, I’ll guard your charging dock for a thousand light-years. [Long 3 piece cello solo / Synthesizer Meltdown] [Verse 3] The morning light is coming, the sensors are bright, We survived another chaotic, cluttered night. You’re docked in the kitchen, asleep in your bay, While I rest beside you, keeping the chaos at bay. Our lithium hearts beating in a perfect sync, We’re the best design of which the tech lords could think. [Outro] Spin, baby, spin, let the dust-bunnies fly, Underneath the messy kitchen sky. I’m your robot dog, you’re my vacuum supreme, Living the automated dream. [Soft beep Whirrrr Click.]
