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.