The Master's Song

                                        [chorus]
                               In his birthday funny Master
                           
                               People gave him a number cluster:





                               Not a name, but a shame

                               From a mathematical shape of pain,

                               Here is what the devilish horse

                               Gave a name to bloody man,

                               Just with figures under ten,

                               Meanwhile he ten to be of course,

                               And all people a system

                               Formed in a robotic team

                               And, with sorrowfully being,  

                               On the earth hardly to teem,

                                         [chorus]
                               In his birthday funny Master  
                           
                               People gave him a number cluster:




                               They had tried to climb to freedom,

                               But from where...? From the doomed Kingdom?

                               In the chain beautiful fellows

                               Carried on theirs caries trailers;

                               As the elephant in Hell

                               Works to suck all sin as sell,

                               As the giraffe in the Eden

                               Flies across the fruit mistaken.

                               That makes now in our well

                               Earthquake seems show without spell.

                                         [chorus]
                               In his birthday funny Master

                               People gave him a number cluster:





                               In the future Master will be

                               Just the number under flea

                               Just the golden apple tree

                               On which stays big iron bee.

                               In the future life will be

                               By the Master-ation glee

                               More than ten he’ll cane to flee.

                               All the number in his eyes

                               Passes through the our size

                               Simply calculator prize.          
                                        [chorus]
                               In his birthday funny Master
                             
                               People gave him a number cluster!












This is a song for the best artist named