[Intro] [Acoustic Guitar with a slightly whimsical, music hall feel]

[Verse 1] [Narrative, slightly theatrical vocal]
The year is 2342, skies are clean and bright
Robots tend the gardens, banish endless night
But old Professor Grimbly, a relic of the past
Clings to dusty notions, ideas that couldn't last

[Chorus] [Tempo picks up slightly, more instruments join in - banjo, tuba]
"A slacker's wage? Preposterous! A handout? What a shame!"
He cries, remembering phrases from a long-forgotten game
"If you don't code, you don't compute! No labor, then no pie!"
Oh, Grimbly, Grimbly, such archaic alibi!

[Verse 2] [Tempo remains upbeat, but with a touch of satire]
The children gather 'round him, with synthesized delight
"Grandpappy Grimbly's at it! With his 'work' and 'wrong' and 'right'!"
They giggle at his waistcoat, his pocket watch so slow
He's like a character from Dickens, a figure from a show.

[Chorus] [More instruments, perhaps a kazoo joins the mix]
"A slacker's wage? Preposterous! A handout? What a shame!"
He cries, remembering phrases from a long-forgotten game
"If you don't code, you don't compute! No labor, then no pie!"
Oh, Grimbly, Grimbly, such archaic alibi!

[Bridge] [Music softens, a single clarinet plays a melancholic phrase]
The AI paints its landscapes, the drones deliver bread
No one needs to toil and sweat, those days are long since dead
But Grimbly sees a moral flaw, a crack within the code
He fears a world of leisure, a heavy, aimless load.

[Chorus] [Tempo picks up again, full instrumentation, very cheerful]
"A slacker's wage? Preposterous! A handout? What a shame!"
He cries, remembering phrases from a long-forgotten game
"If you don't code, you don't compute! No labor, then no pie!"
Oh, Grimbly, Grimbly, such archaic alibi!

[Outro] [Music fades out with a final flourish of banjo and tuba]
He shakes his fist and mutters, as the robots whirr and gleam
A tiny, stubborn echo, of a long-forgotten dream.
