Part III
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the drones
Send in the drones
Don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the drones?
There ought to be drones
Well, maybe all year

Part II
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce?

With apologies to Stephen Sondheim and Judy Colins

Part I

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air,
Where are the drones?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move,
Where are the drones?
There ought to be drones?

The problem with drones:
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