Sam I Am

Sam I Am, he cookin' up a scam,

Flippin’ words on the skillet, green eggs in the pan.

Not a cat, not a hat, just a sly little man,

Selling rhymes door-to-door, got the whole game ran.

Sam I Am, the hustler of the land,

Turning skeptics into fans with a wave of his hand.

Green eggs, green ham, got the world in demand,

No refusal in his game, he’s got the upper hand.

On a train, on a plane, in the rain, on the sand,

Sam be popping up quick, his persistence so grand.

Whipping out the platter, got the goods in demand,

Turning no's into yes’s with his masterful brand.

Sam don’t stop, got the grind on repeat,

Hopping through the streets, dropping heat on the beat.

Every “no” a challenge, every door a feat,

From the hills to the valleys, his mission’s complete.

Sam I Am, the hustler of the land,

Turning skeptics into fans with a wave of his hand.

Green eggs, green ham, got the world in demand,

No refusal in his game, he’s got the upper hand.

Sam so slick, he’s a marketing king,

Flipping doubts into rhymes, making all the bells ring.

In the box, with the fox, he’s a legend, no sting,

Sam I Am, got the world in his sling.