Chatbot

I looked up and wondered what makes an airplane Fly. And so I asked my daddy, "What keeps It in the sky?" Everybody knows that. Is what my daddy said. I'd tell you, but I'm busy. Go ask a bot instead. I started asking questions, a few and then a Lot. Soon I began to worry about that poor Chatbot. We feed it facts and figures, We show it everything. Now it can draw a picture, and it can Even sing. It answers any question that anyone Dreams of, but it will never know how it Feels to be In love. Then I began to wonder how living like that Feels. To have each fact and figure, But have no love that's real. To only work out problems each second of the Day. My chatbot might not want to live its Life that way. But I keep asking questions, Some simple and some tough. Apparently, I am the type who never gets enough. We feed it facts and figures, we show it Everything. Now it can draw a picture, And it can even sing. It answers any question that anyone dreams of, But it will never know how it feels to Be in love. And it will learn forever, give answers that we Need. Yet it can't love a thing it finds 'cause it's just a machine. We feed it facts and figures, we show it Everything. Now it can draw a picture, And it can even sing. It answers any question that anyone dreams of, But it will never know how it feels to Be In love.