They call me beaver the way I give a dam ❖ They call me lime the way I have that zest for life ❖ They call me wasabi the way I'm on a roll despite being hard to handle in large portions ❖ They call me shot the way I'm followed by all these chasers ❖ They call me elote the way I'm corny as hell but not necessarily in a sweet way ❖ They call me pencil the way I'm dull unless I have a point ❖ They call me freshly baked potato the way I'm hot as hell but need five minutes to rest ❖ They call me plunger the way they only really care about my head, and only if I'm surrounded by shit ❖ They call me tiger the way I'm covered in stripes and orange ❖ They call me power cord the way I am less than an inch thick and have metal prongs at one end ❖ They call me word cloud the way I paint a picture with words ❖ They call me magpie for my traits and actions resembling those of a typical magpie.