If I were the last chip in the bag

If I were the last chip, the very last one,

I would hope that the snacker would think the bag done.

I would hide in the corner, and scrunch up real small,

I would become as if I was nothing at all.


If I were the last chip, I think I might cry,

For all of my colleagues would have gone off to die.

I would be forever alone, all lonely and sad,

It would be painful and tearful, bitter and bad.


And because of the hurt that would cut me so deep,

I would pray to the Lord my soul to keep.

"Take me away, O Hand from the Sky,

I'm ready to go, to say my final good-bye."





The End

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