There’s a thing on our swing!
He was not invited
But he’s swinging and singing
And getting excited.

He’s clearly unclear
That this is our yard.
What creature would show
Such a bold disregard?

He’s too big for the swing
And I’m worried he’ll break it.
The crossbar is bending
And I just can’t take it.

He is large and he’s strange
But he’s clearly naive
And he’s got to go.
Go tell him to leave.

Buttons is my robot.
He is eighty-five feet tall.
He is stronger than a tractor.
He could walk right through a wall.

He could crush a rock to pebbles
Underneath his giant feet.
He could chew on trees like toothpicks.
Using mountains for his seat.

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