You fill the air with usefulness
The information stream
The world is at my fingertips
And all that it has seen
You take me to another world
Inside of the machine
Never will your knowledge end
The news and the obscene
The only thing that holds you back
Is length of cord and range
If only you would always work
The way you quit is strange
If ever I have stuff to do
On high priority
If ever I rely on you
I give you this one plea
I wish for you to work for me
When e'er I need you most
Until my work is o'er and done
So that it may be post
