Verse 1: Oh, have you heard the tale so grand, Of those who type all day, with coffee at hand? It sounds quite fun, like magic at play, But listen close to what I have to say: Chorus: Don’t be a coder, my friend, oh no, It’s more than just typing, more than a show. The bugs come crawling day and night, Turning easy days into quite the fight. Verse 2: Screens of green and lines so blue, It looks so cool, oh that is true. But every click and every stroke, Might just end up in digital smoke. Chorus: Don’t be a coder, my friend, beware, It’s not just games and techy flair. Your eyes get tired, your back gets sore, And every "quick fix" leads to ten more. Bridge: There’s math, there’s logic, puzzles galore, It’s like a never-ending chore. Yes, there’s magic in the code, But it’s a winding, bumpy road. Verse 3: So, dream your dreams of space and sea, Be a pilot, a chef, or whatever you wish to be. The world is wide with wonders to mend, Not just screens where you might spend. Chorus: Don’t be a coder, my friend, choose wise, There's a whole world beyond the code’s disguise. Find a path where you can soar, With feet on the ground and room to explore. Outro: So think it over, take your time, There’s more to life than a coding rhyme. For every coder who loves their plight, There’s a painter, a poet, a knight in the light!
