Plodding gait, low slung stoop
Depression in an infinite loop
Eyes pointed down, always so sad
Little guy, it can't be that bad
Traveling through space with an ape and his friends
Carrying towels, the adventure never ends
Robotic, so it's clear you can't feel pain
Even with that planetary-sized brain
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