We gave you time
It must've been ages
And now your task is done

We'll finish up
And use your findings
And delegation

There was a time
We had to hit the grindstone
And the boundaries were set

It wasn't hard
It was a celebration
I guess that's what we get

It wasn't long
Before our creation
Took on a life of its own

Our only faults
Were crimes against nature
And all we could condone

Looking back
You'll see the irony was
We called the project our pet

'Cause in the end
We were the first ones bitten
I guess that's what we get

And in a room an anthromorphic box
Received all of our attention
And though it seemed so docile at first

The self replication goes on and
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on

Dog doesn't bite