Professor Beaker read the application,

a passport - for a robot? What a cheek!

It put them in a nasty situation,

their trip was due to start that very week.

Young Igor somehow knew that things were drastic,

he couldn't understand the long delay,

the only "visa" Igor knew was plastic,

he'd never ever left the U.S.A.

The Prof went to the counter marked: "New Infants"

and said: "I need a passport issued - now!

My Spambot is a baby in this instance,"

The clerk said: "But you say his Mum's a cow?

"You write that he was born out in Seattle,

I need some proof, like papers, stuff like that,"

"I told you man, his relatives are cattle,

his Mother's beef, his Dad's a thermostat!"

A visa for Nepal was soon forthcoming,

so now the expedition was okay,

a special permit covered Spambot's plumbing,

a passport in the name of Spam Puree.

They went to find a quiet eating venue,

a small cafe where they could eat in peace,

young Igor ordered burgers from the menu,

and Spambot had a lovely plate of grease.

"When we get to Nepal" old Beaker stated,

"No-one must know the reason why we're there,

the Yeti's value can't be under-rated,

and foreign spies will turn up everywhere."

Returning to the lab around nine-thirty,

the front door stood ajar, and lights were on,

so now they had a rival, playing dirty -

the secret expedition plans were gone!

"The Spambot Expedition" turned to frantic,

this was the proof - they had an enemy!

They headed off across the blue Atlantic,

and what befell them? Wait for chapter three!

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