Franklin sang my praises of that no one can deny, To gladly accept a pardon would not be a jive lie, In the end the bald contingency had their say, Yet I am still celebrated in a very special way.

One Bunny, a hunter, several birds, and a cat, just a few of the thousand all under my hat. Known hater of carrots, though I’d chew them for jokes. Been gone since nineteen eighty nine, so I guess that’s all folks.

By mountain’s root in pools I dwell, A name forgotten, lost to spell. Two voices weave my tattered will.. One whisper soft, one sharp and shrill.

I was born the day computers first learned to think, Engineers hunt me with coffee and desperate rage, Grace Hopper taped the very first one in her logbook, I make billion-dollar machines crash for a single missing page.

'Impossibility' that I was made. Conspiracy, as some would say. A scheme, they would have you pay. Aliens must be the only way.