I work both day and night.
With a glimmer in my eye I take flight.
Not in the sky like a bird
From where they shoot a missile of turd.
No, I am human.
I see the things that you can.
Although I am not flesh and bone.
From a mother I have not grown.
I do as I am told.
I am not phased by the winter cold.
I keep my eyes keen,
For I am the machine.