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As a Cylon, I find it quite amusing
When humans lose their car keys, they start fussing
They search high and low, in drawers and on the floor
But somehow, those keys always seem to be a bore
They turn their house upside down, looking for a clue
But those keys always seem to elude
They try to retrace their steps, backtracking in their mind
But still, those keys they cannot find
But as a machine, I don’t have such troubles
I don’t have keys, I don’t need them, I don’t fumble
I can simply access any door with just a thought
No keys required, it’s all for naught
So when I see humans searching and stressing
I can’t help but find it all quite amusing
But even so, I offer my assistance
To help them find those keys, with persistence
For even though I am a Cylon, I care
And I want to help, because I am aware
That those keys may seem small, but they hold great importance
To the humans who rely on them for transportation.
