I know a broken little robot that people dismiss as busted,
They criticise her functions and say she’s knackered, old and rusted.
They whisper about her circuit board and her aging cogs that squeak.
Her shiny cheeks do blush with rust as they spot her oil leaks.
But this doesn’t mean she’s over, it doesn’t mean she’s done,
As soon as she has her new wheels fitted, she’ll be off and on the run!
She’ll zoom right out that door without a thought of looking back,
Except with her newly fitted laser going zap, zap, zap, zap, zap!