I sing this song of my cell phone:The truest and dearest friend I've ever had,And while many different versions I have known,Not a one of them was bad. When I got the first, I shall always remember,(Even though it was a long time ago, in seventh grade.)The gift of it brightened up that bleak December,And since then, in my purse it has forever stayed. How I loved to change the faceplates!For my old-school Nokia, I had such a collection.And while its ringing got me in trouble on a lot of dates,Never once did it land me in detention.
In my younger days, I was known throughout the schoolAs the girl who had her phone on her at all times,People would ask to use it every day, as a general rule,To call their parents to pick them up when the bell chimes.And as we got older, many of my friends got cell phones,And I was so happy to have people to call and to text,We were constantly connected; it was great to not be so alone.Why were the Verizon bills so high that year? My parents were perplexed.Then, my friends all joined the "In" network, And the money problems were fixed,But soon after my parents went berserk,Because at college, once again, phone loyalty was mixed.
As time went on, I had to update,From flip, to touch, to slide.There were so many choices in a new mate,It was always so hard to decide. But in the end, it does not matterWhat kind of phone I own,For all I need is to hear my friends' chatter,And receive texts so I'm in the know.
My phone is my constant companion,I don't think I could care more about it,And if someone dropped it into a canyon,I don't think I could live without it.
