Oh bridge repair, oh windmill, how can it be?
We must be successful with a percent higher than 50. Oh gathering of toxic barrels, don’t be our disgrace, If only our robot can get back to base. If we can clear the soccer field of those pesky old rocks. We’ll take off our shoes and dance in our socks. In the midst of competition we don’t want to hear “whoops” When our robot can’t gather all the food loops.
