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