In the year one-oh-five-one-oh-five,
If man is still alive,
If robot can survive,
They may find…
In the year twenty-five-twenty-five-twenty-five,
The backwards time machine still won’t have arrived.
In all the world, there’s only one technology,
A rusty sword for practicing proctology!
In a future year that ends with a twenty,
A schlubby merman’s gonna try to get chummy.
He may look like a watery wimp,
When in fact he’s a bloodthirsty shrimp!
In the year one million and a half,
Humankind is enslaved by giraffe.
Man must pay for all his misdeeds,
When the treetops are stripped of their leaves!