I went to the store, normal routine,
to buy rice and Spam and beans.
And when I got me there I seen
some fancy new machines.  
 
Mister Cog, one box, it read;
which I ain’t never seen.
“I feel quite bad, he’s in a box,”
I think I might have said.
 
Whatever I said, he was in a box,
and so the box it read:
“He’ll feed the dog, help kids with chores—
but wait, there’s more!” it said.
“He’ll read for you, he’ll write for you!
He’ll even make your bed!”  

And Mister Cog popped out the box,
as I would jump out of bed.  
Silver, silver, each bolthead,
steel painted white and red.  

“There won’t be any use for you!”
and so, the bot, he said.
“No need to use your head.
There won’t be any use for you,
you might as well be dead!”