what chatsonic gave me when i set it to poet and type ipod; In the palm of my hand, A world of sound at my command Songs and stories, podcasts and more All within my pocket, ready to explore With a flick of my finger, a tap of my thumb My music collection, never humdrum A beat for every mood, a melody for every thought My iPod is my sanctuary, where my soul is caught In the crowded streets or a quiet retreat My iPod is my constant beat A companion on my journey, a friend on my way My iPod is my solace, every single day So let the music play, let the rhythm move My iPod is my groove A symphony of life, a soundtrack of my soul My iPod is my heart, making me whole.