They call me a waitron,
A serving automaton,
For my “level fixed voice”
When taking a customer’s choice.
They say I act as a slave,
Another regular wave;
That I inspired the word robot ,
That my service ain’t got a lot.
I say I carry out my training
With a plomb.
I say I serve with many a
Linguistic bomb.
I believe I employ many tones
According to each new phone,
So each person I encounter
Is treated with especial wonder.
This I will always maintain
While thinking my refrain:
For our own inner universe
Is seen by others in reverse.
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