I'll guide you on adventures bold, should you discover hidden gold.
But should you wish to wonders see, I'll caution you to virtuous be.
For those who won't restrain their flaws, are soon seized in misfortune's jaws.
This is what makes FM radio so painful.
It's a prison communication device.
8 x 11 and 1.21 will take you back to here.
I am something you carry around, or the place you carry it around at.
Roll me over and spread me,
All around your room.
One wrote about space
One wrote about robots
One is a robot in space.
They killed my father,
They want to kill me,
But I might want to kill myself first.
A starship captain might ask me to mark list items completed.
In my home land my name means unity.
I run over snow and rocks with impunity.
His droopity drawings and loopity rhymes
Will your knuckles and six times!
And if you read-razzle the socks and the fox,
You'll be deezly-dazzled by books of the Doc's.
Some do it by twisting, others by pounding.