Little chameleon, you change and you shift

Whatever the current, you happily drift

And who are you really?

Nobody can tell

Perhaps it's just as well

Little Miss Magpie the things that you steal

Are shiny and plastic and not really real

You cobble together a self, I suppose

That no one really knows

No accent or phrase or dialect

Are safe when you're looking to collect

Opinions and traits

And gestures and gaits

And stories from everyone

Little Chamеleon

Little Miss Patchwork, you stitch and you glue

Till standing bеfore you is what you call you

Who knows how it feels?

Or if even it does

Or if you ever were

Or it ever was