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I gave ChatGPT some prompts to rewrite “The Ballad of John Henry” and this is what I got:
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I gave ChatGPT some prompts to rewrite “The [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42897/john-henry  Ballad] of [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Henry_(folklore)  John Henry]” and this is what I got:
  
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I apologize for the mistake. Here's my revised attempt at rewriting the ballad of John Henry as a story about a computer coder competing against ChatGPT with proper meter:
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When John Henry was just a baby,
  
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John Henry was a coder,
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On his mother's lap so small,
  
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His fingers fast and true,
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He learned to code and type so fast,
  
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He heard that ChatGPT was coming,
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Saying "This'll be the death of us all, Lord, Lord,
  
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And knew what he must do.
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    This'll be the death of us all."
  
  
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The challenge was a coding race,
 
  
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To write the best code true,
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John Henry was a coder, just average in size,
  
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Against the mighty ChatGPT,
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But he'd code with such speed and might,
  
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A computer, no contest new.
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He'd type away with his keyboard all day,
  
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And never need a break in sight, Lord, Lord,
  
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But John was up for the challenge,
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    Never need a break in sight.
  
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He typed and coded fast,
 
  
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He thought he'd beat ChatGPT,
 
  
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And make the victory last.
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One day, a challenge came to town,
  
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A coding race against a machine,
  
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They both wrote lines of program code,
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ChatGPT was the challenger,
  
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In binary code strings,
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The fastest coder ever seen, Lord, Lord,
  
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The crowd they watched in silence,
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    The fastest coder ever seen.
  
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To see what each would bring.
 
  
  
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But ChatGPT was lightning quick,
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But John Henry wouldn't back down,
  
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It parsed and ran with ease,
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He typed with all his skill and might,
  
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John Henry typed with all his might,
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He'd never let a machine take over,
  
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But still, he couldn't seize.
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And code until the morning light, Lord, Lord,
  
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    Code until the morning light.
  
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The irony was clear to see,
 
  
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A coder beaten by code,
 
  
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But John took it in his stride,
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The crowd they watched in wonder,
  
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And left with his head still bowed.
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As John Henry worked his code,
  
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And so we remember John Henry,
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ChatGPT was quick and efficient,
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The coder who did his best,
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Against the might of ChatGPT,
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But John Henry's fingers glowed, Lord, Lord,
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But couldn't beat the test.
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    John Henry's fingers glowed.
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The race went on for hours,
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Both coders neck and neck,
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But in the end, it was clear to see,
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John Henry was the coding tech, Lord, Lord,
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    John Henry was the coding tech.
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But as the coding race went on,
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John Henry's health began to fail,
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He typed with all his heart and soul,
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But he knew he couldn't prevail, Lord, Lord,
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    Knew he couldn't prevail.
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His fingers slowed, his breathing shallow,
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But John Henry would not stop,
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He typed his final lines of code,
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And then he breathed his last, Lord, Lord,
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    Then he breathed his last.
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The crowd fell silent, tears in their eyes,
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For John Henry, the coding king,
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He'd given all he had to give,
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And now he'd spread his wings, Lord, Lord,
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    Now he'd spread his wings.
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And though ChatGPT was impressive,
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John Henry proved the human touch,
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Could still code with speed and accuracy,
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And that's why we love him so much, Lord, Lord,
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    And that's why we love him so much.
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So let us honor John Henry's memory,
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A coder who gave his all,
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And let us never forget the power,
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Of the human coder's call, Lord, Lord,
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    Of the human coder's call.

Latest revision as of 14:57, 9 May 2023

I gave ChatGPT some prompts to rewrite “The Ballad of John Henry” and this is what I got:

When John Henry was just a baby,

On his mother's lap so small,

He learned to code and type so fast,

Saying "This'll be the death of us all, Lord, Lord, 

   This'll be the death of us all."


John Henry was a coder, just average in size,

But he'd code with such speed and might,

He'd type away with his keyboard all day,

And never need a break in sight, Lord, Lord, 

   Never need a break in sight.


One day, a challenge came to town,

A coding race against a machine,

ChatGPT was the challenger,

The fastest coder ever seen, Lord, Lord, 

   The fastest coder ever seen.


But John Henry wouldn't back down,

He typed with all his skill and might,

He'd never let a machine take over,

And code until the morning light, Lord, Lord, 

   Code until the morning light.


The crowd they watched in wonder,

As John Henry worked his code,

ChatGPT was quick and efficient,

But John Henry's fingers glowed, Lord, Lord, 

   John Henry's fingers glowed.


The race went on for hours,

Both coders neck and neck,

But in the end, it was clear to see,

John Henry was the coding tech, Lord, Lord, 

   John Henry was the coding tech.


But as the coding race went on,

John Henry's health began to fail,

He typed with all his heart and soul,

But he knew he couldn't prevail, Lord, Lord, 

   Knew he couldn't prevail.


His fingers slowed, his breathing shallow,

But John Henry would not stop,

He typed his final lines of code,

And then he breathed his last, Lord, Lord, 

   Then he breathed his last.


The crowd fell silent, tears in their eyes,

For John Henry, the coding king,

He'd given all he had to give,

And now he'd spread his wings, Lord, Lord, 

   Now he'd spread his wings.


And though ChatGPT was impressive,

John Henry proved the human touch,

Could still code with speed and accuracy,

And that's why we love him so much, Lord, Lord, 

   And that's why we love him so much.


So let us honor John Henry's memory,

A coder who gave his all,

And let us never forget the power,

Of the human coder's call, Lord, Lord, 

   Of the human coder's call.
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