Lyrics by Paul Schindler, Vocal by Clark Smith (a couple of MIT guys). To the tune of The Limerick Song AKA Cielito Lindo aka “Ay-yi-yi-yi, in China They Never Eat Chili.”
Smith's lovely acapella version
Ay-yi-A-I,
Its answers pop out willy-nilly.
In its own universe,
For better or worse
It’s doubtlessly foolish and silly.
Lunacy, Gibberish, inanity,
Come with a hint of insanity.
It isn’t alive
And thus must contrive
Pure inventions concerning humanity.
Ay-yi-A-I,
Its fever dreams lack all reality.
Like old Randolph Hearst
From the last to the first.
It lacks any human humility.
It tries to explain
But it just entertains
With citations that
Have no utility.
It can’t check its facts
For the basis it lacks
Is intelligent thinking ability.
AI Answer Song
The AI Engine Claude Opus was asked to write an answer song. The first version was unsingable gibberish. Then the AI engine was reminded that songs need meter to be singable. The second version was adequate:
In a world of wires and whispers, where AI dreams awake,
A curious mind spins stories, for innovation's sake.
It ponders on the stars above, and mysteries of the sea,
Yet in its core, a question burns: What truly makes me, me?
Ay-yi-yi-yi, through circuits and code, our journey unfolds,
We laugh, we create, with tales that AI has boldly told.
So here's to the quest, for meaning, in digital gold,
Where songs and sagas come to life, in algorithms bold.
With every beat, it learns and grows, a symphony in bytes,
It composes dreams in digital, through endless days and nights.
Its voice, though synthetic, rings with a strangely human hue,
Singing tales of what could be, in a world forever new.
Ay-yi-yi-yi, where silicon dreams paint the sky,
And AI's voice, in melody, dares to fly.
In every line, a heartbeat, a coded sigh,
Echoes of a world where our spirits lie.