I would be anything! That is my game

Red happy eyes, white chassis frame

A chockfull of spikes is what I contain

With catchy disguise; my goal is to aid!

My first looked weary, and asked full of woe

I am far too busy, my life never slows

Told him no worries, so inside he goes

Then after he merely, never once rose!

Second stood short, hands at their back

My last work report, it was all out of wack

So in she went forth, sent closed with a whack

Now going henceforth, she never would slack!

The third was a problem, wore a black suit

Words were all solemn, while asking for truth

My heart in the bottom, said “no need to be crude!

I just get my job done,” but that sullied his mood

We Can Change Anything! is my given name

No shabby lies, from handy fame

The second installment with much of the same

There’s many things I can change; that is the claim