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Song of the Cybermats By 'John Smith' Cybermats come out to-night Cybermats come one come all: The Cybermen's edict bids them fight Cybermats come to the Cyber Cabal. 1. Cybermats are quick and silver, Cybermats are rather smart; Cybermats are weapons that deliver, and across the floor unseen they dart. Cybermats have shiny faces, Cybermats have bright glowing eyes; they are clockwork killers of inferior races And wait for the best circumstance to arise. 2. Cybermats are rather lowly, Cybermats are not too big; Cybermats are roly-poly, They know how to stun and garrotte and gig. Until the Cyber order they hear They make their toilette and take their repose: Cybermats listen with the tiniest ear, Cybermats watch being keen to dispose. 3. Cybermats are silver and black, Cybermats are of moderate size; Cybermats jump like a jumping-jack, Cybermats have 40 watt eyes. They're quiet enough disabling scanners, They're quiet enough where-ever they stray, Renewing their ever-so internecine powers by tapping direct to your solar array. 4. Cybermats are plastic and light, Cybermats (as I said) are small; If it happens to be a stormy night They will practise a murder or two in the hall. If it happens the sun is shining bright You would say there is nothing amiss in the wall: They are resting and saving themselves to be right For the Cybermen and the Cyber Cabal. |