These iPods, Walkmans, and MP3's,
Technology, the stuff of teens;
What they find so great in wires,
And in earphones, I found quite dire
This thing called music that they heard
Made them sing more than a songbird;
R&B, soft rock, and pop,
I wondered of these what they thought,
Until I tried them out myself
As did my friends and everyone else
And now I think of no other thing,
Except for my Nano and what to sing;
I never noticed it till now-
I can't believe I was such a cow!
For I really don't want to be mean
But I think I've grown the skin of a teen...
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