Little Chameleon

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 'Til 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