What You Lookin’ At?
You come right up close in your metal skin,
your round rubber feet looking so clumsy.
You must think we can all be taken in,
that we elk think your body is rumsey.
But we don’t care to pose for all your pix,
so move along quickly and let us graze.
We really think that you are all such dicks,
so leave and take your exhausting haze.