To think it's the dawn of the techno age,

Children now look more to their online sage.

Truth in this bliss is truly amiss,

For no "mac" can inherit the commanding stage.

Human touch cannot be replicated,

Though to try we leave the earth decimated.

Find what they seek for finders may keep,

for birds and bees know how to keep sacred.

Learn what we can from the land around us,

Then love and glory may then surround us.

Though aid may be made, just keep it arcane,

To slow the coming of our bodies from flesh unto dust