No, I Don'T Need a Bag
I have a little shopping sack
That folds into a square.
It’s nylon; tucked inside my bag,
I hardly know it’s there.
The one I carry’s navy blue
With lots of bright green stars
And it is strong enough to schlep
Some boxes, cans or jars.
In stores, they ask, “You need a bag?”
For they’re no longer free.
I shake my head, unfolding mine
And I am proud of me.
Of course, I never carried one
When bags were given out
And if I didn’t have to pay,
I’d use the store’s, no doubt.
Yet now I do my little part
(Whatever it is worth)
To save some pennies, but of course,
To help out Mother Earth.
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