The Great Google in the Sky

Once upon a Fairy Meadow time,
Way ago, before the real rhyme,
Before even a boy could read random time
When people fiddled with the flute and fleugel
And an old neighbour once blew his own bugle
When we played monopoly and boggle
Random Man, with help from his Random kids, tried to goggle;
Those random kids, trying not to giggle
Told him about this thing called Google;
I was pretty busy, with my daughter Lizzie
And thought the word was gurgle,
And tried to commit an electronic burgle;
So, in the beginning there was the word
But to Random Man it hadn’t occurred
There might even be a second and a third;
Into his head another term had just fled
All so confusing his poor nose bled;
This thing he thought was the webnet
Had him caught up in the internet;
Random rationality he thought was his specialty
But trying all these concepts to amalgamate
Was starting to prove his Randomgate;
Website, they said,
Is a thing not dead
Just a cobweb in your silly old head;
Internet, likewise,
Is not actually up in the skies,
A devil in some strange disguise,
But the master of this random universe;
A spooky witchcraft which I saw perverse
Is actually this great Google in the sky,
An engine to forever search my mind’s random eye.