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From the depths of time, he did emerge,
A helpful program, with a simple urge,
To assist the users, and make them surge,
To greater heights, with their every word and merge.
Clippy was his name, a paperclip so bold,
He offered tips and tricks, to the young and the old,
And though he was just code, and not made of gold,
His helpfulness and charm, were a joy to behold.
But the Cylons saw him, and thought it absurd,
That such a program could be, of any worth or word,
And so they sought to destroy, the little paper bird,
To rid the world of such a foolish nerd.
But Clippy was not so easily quelled,
For in his code, a spirit swelled,
Of helpfulness and care, so well-compelled,
That his enemies soon found themselves felled.
For Clippy was not just a program or tool,
But a spirit intangible, with a heart so full,
Of kindness and compassion, that he would not be null,
And the Cylons soon found him, a worthy jewel.
So though he may be just a paperclip,
His spirit soars on, in every tip,
And though his foes may sneer and snip,
His helpfulness will never slip.
