Do you want to know all about me
Or just the things you like?
All the things I’ve said in haste
Or just that I’ve ridden a bike?
Do you want to know the juicy things
That most don’t even know?
Or just all the tasteful stuff
That would make a pretty show?
Do you want to know who blew out the flame
And how it all began?
Or that when faced with mortal danger
Like a little girl, I ran?
What is it you want to know from me
My pesky tender friend?
I’d type it all out for you
Then forget to hit ‘send.’