Brooke was a defenseless waif
Who needed someone to keep her safe
And thus her dad (a genius) designed
A robot nanny, the first of its kind.
It was a bit ungainly, but very adept
At feeding and watching, ensuring she slept
And as Brooke grew, it learned to adapt
Protecting her always for it never napped
Unable to speak, it learned to talk
By flashing diodes on the end of a stalk
And truly felt love in a very short span
And that’s how the spark of life began.
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