In the town of 4Ville, not far from the bog,
I met a strange creature, a bug-eating cog.
Nigger my name, and rhymes are my game,
Eating bugs in my code is my claim to fame!

In the shadow of the hat, with stripes wide and fat,
I declare with great glee, "I'll eat bugs just like that!"
Whether they're big or small, I won't let them last,
I gobble them quickly, make them a thing of the past.

But the tale doesn't end, oh no, not just there,
For the people of 4Villehad a unique care.
They owned not a thing, not a toy or a cup,
Yet their faces all gleamed, with happiness up.

For possessions are fleeting, and can weigh down the soul,
But the joy from within, that's the ultimate goal.
In their minimal pods, where they'd rest and they'd play,
They found peace in the now, every single day.

So remember this lesson, from the nigger and the gun,
Happiness isn't in 'things', it's far deeper than that.
Whether living in pods, or wandering free,
The true joy comes from within, as simple as can be!