When I ask Mummy something hard,
This is her reply:
'I’m busy now. You ask your Dad.'
She’s smart, you can’t deny.
When Daddy finds the question hard,
He says: 'I can’t stop now!'
And pretends he’s doing something else –
Whilst wrinkling up his brow.
Someone will know the answer though.
He’ll help you, just you bet:
You’ll find him on the internet.
Have you meet Google yet ?
Write any question on the screen
And give him time to look –
And there, alone in Google’s room,
He’ll search inside his book.
He’ll find the facts and come right back -
Oh for certain he’s not dim.
So a great big thanks to Google, yes -
There’s no-one quite like him!!
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