Just a little ditty I put together and figured I would share.
You heard me sing, Now you bring, Me an offer.
You say, "Follow me," and "Soon you'll be, On the roster."
You offer me, Amenities, But what your telling...
Makes me see, That I don't need, What your selling.
I wouldn't want, What you flaunt, It wouldn't suit me.
I'd rather stay, Right in the way, Where my roots be.
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