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Doctor Who: Song of the Cybermats

By 'John Smith'


Cybermats come out to-night
Cybermats come one come all:
The Cybermen's edict bids them fight
Cybermats come to the Cyber Cabal.

Cybermats are quick and silver,
Cybermats are rather smart;
Cybermats are weapons that deliver,
and across the floor unseen they dart.
Cybermats have shiny faces,
Cybermats have bright glowing eyes;
they are clockwork killers of inferior races
And wait for the best circumstance to arise.

Cybermats are rather lowly,
Cybermats are not too big;
Cybermats are roly-poly,
They know how to stun and garrotte and gig.
Until the Cyber order they hear
They make their toilette and take their repose:
Cybermats listen with the tiniest ear,
Cybermats watch being keen to dispose.

Cybermats are silver and black,
Cybermats are of moderate size;
Cybermats jump like a jumping-jack,
Cybermats have 40 watt eyes.
They're quiet enough disabling scanners,
They're quiet enough where-ever they stray,
Renewing their ever-so internecine powers
by tapping direct to your solar array.

Cybermats are plastic and light,
Cybermats (as I said) are small;
If it happens to be a stormy night
They will practise a murder or two in the hall.
If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say there is nothing amiss in the wall:
They are resting and saving themselves to be right
For the Cybermen and the Cyber Cabal.