Ode to the Remote Operated Vehicle

I sing of machines so often forgotten;
But I declare such treatment is rotten!
Submersible cousins with all the fame;
And that damn Alvin is the one to blame!
O’ the workhorse of the sea is the mighty ROV.

Down on the bottom, you’re not alone;
Tethered to the surface as you explore the unknown.
A rack of bright lights and a manipulator claw,
You stay true to the course and never at yaw.
O’ the workhorse of the sea is the mighty ROV.

A sub is nothing but an old tin sphere;
Adaptable and modifiable, you’re ready to persevere
With no one aboard you’re on the seafloor longer
While the sub rises to the surface because human bladders are not stronger
O’ the workhorse of the sea is the mighty ROV.

So here we are to sing of your praises,
Raise a pint as we call out these phrases!
At closest pub to the dock we go for our beer,
We all dream of a ROV and wealthy financier!