On my feet
I wear two shoes
There is no feat
That I can lose
On my hands
I wear much finery
With these hands
I search for livery
On my skin
I wear ink
It let me begin
For myself to think
On my neck
I wear my religion
Nothing high tech
But it helps my vision
In my mouth
I keep my smile
But I smile at nothing uncouth
And never try to beguile
Oh, my eyes
They've got vision
They can see through any lies
They help me carry out my mission
And my head
It holds great thoughts
And refuses to be led
Unlike other mindless bots
On my feet
I wear two shoes
There is no feat
That I can lose
