Welcome to Hereville, come, look and see:
A regular boy, just like you or me.
One day out and about, he saw something odd:
A strange little creature at a giant pod.
“What are you doing?†said the boy to the thing.
And startled, around in its chair it did swing.
“Oh, just a boy!†it said with relief.
“You had me quite scared, I thought you a thief.
But since you are not, I have something to show you.
My name is The Browsy. A pleasure to know you.
Now come here and look at my clickety scroller.
It’s easy to use: this is the controller.
This machine is the greatest thing ever unfurled.
I use it to share my life with the world.
Inside are my creatures of all sizes and ages.
They are my helpers, my servants, my pages.
This is O’Friendly, with him we shall start.
He helps list all the people so close to my heart.
And Flix-O right here, he’s even more fun.
He rates the movies I’ve seen since I was one!
Bookity does the same with all that I’ve read,
While MyTunes makes playlists from songs in my head.
You can see all of my photos with Flick-A-Who Flick—
And all of my drawings—now quickitty quick!
Look over here: it’s my Brog—he’s not mean.
He helps me share all I’ve seen on the machine.
All of these friends—for a tiny fee—
Record my whole life for the whole world to see.
What I read, what I watch, what I do, what I drink,
Where I’ve been, who I know, what I hear, what I think.
It’s out there for good so everybody can know
I’m a lovable guy—and now friend, you must go.
I must get back to the scroller and start up a thread
And tell everyone everything we just said!
But if you want to say Hi, here’s something for you:
Your own clickety scroller—preassembled, no glue!
Now goodbye friend!†and with a quick jerk
The Browsy was instantly back at his work.
So the boy went home and turned on his new thing
And looked up The Browsy to give him a ring.
But it wasn’t so easy, he was in a bind,
For wherever he looked, there was nothing to find.
All the list from the creatures The Browsy did thank
Were empty or missing or completely blank.
No music, no books, not even one friend.
And what the boy wound up finding out in the end,
Was that The Browsy was so busy trying to share
He never left his scroller to go anywhere.
He had no time to read, to listen, to talk,
No time to watch, to get out and walk.
He forgot how to live, to love or to feel,
And before he knew it, he ceased to be real.
So the boy found this out, and what did he do?
He turned off his scroller. Maybe so should you.
