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There's a wandering man who's no time for a wife –
There’s no place for family in his busy life.
He doesn't make friends, this pitiful soul -
For travelling the globe is his only goal.
His life’s very different from your life or mine –
For he’s no time to chatter, not even to dine.
He works so relentlessly, morning and night.
In his desolate life, there’s no time for delight.
As he rambles around, he's no need for a bed –
It's unnecessary for him to lay down his tired head.
God’s not in his life - there’s no need for the church,
As he circles the earth in one almighty search.
Yet most folk have met this mysterious man –
He works for us all just as fast as he can.
He soaks up the words in his language caboodle –
And everyone loves him – poor dear Mr Google.
Copyright 2006