A little help is all I give
No need to be so defensive
Politely say what you need to say
And I will gladly go away
A little chip, as we grow older
May be found upon our shoulder
How can it be from little buds
Early signs of bags of spuds
I'd never say it's ever hateful
Just a little bit ungrateful
If I'm reading, I'll decide
If a work is worth another ride
Let's just leave it in the past
I don't want chips with my breakfast
The only thing that I will say
You may well need that like one day...
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