The Gift of the Gab

I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab, I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag, As soon as he was able to grab. It took me longer to take a peek into the bag, But when I too decided to grab, I saw no reason to lag. I don't like to brag, But it soon replaced the need for a cigarette (***), And took away my fear of wearing a tag. With the gift of the gab in the bag, I was seldom out in the cold without a decent garb, Or a friend to suggest, it could be time to put my gift back in the bag, While I recovered from jet lag. Whoever discovered the gift of the gab, Late one night in their lab, I can't thank them enough for letting it out of the bag, To give confidence, to so many to brag, About the time they talked themselves out of a paper bag. Without the gift of the gab, Life would be quite a drag, Not being bold enough to wear any colorful garb, Or even run in places, where those with the gift of gab, Have no fear of opening their bag. How many more would be leading the life of a lonely old crab, But for the gift of the gab.