Cybers are coming from under your bed
Pushing away the red commies.
Cybers are made of sugar and lead,
Cybers are sweet deadly bonnies!
To kick the cybers into the Nihil back,
You create the army of hackers
But they will run the next digi-attack;
And they will turn into crackers.
Thus they will rule the Universe, not you,
You’ll be Yoricks-the-Poor,
This world will be true digital Hell –
So cruel and hard to endure!