The feeds have changed, the trends have turned, Through praise and scorn alike I've learned. Some cheered my name, some wished I'd fade, Yet still I stood, and still I stayed. They called me strange, they called me wrong, They argued loud, they carried on. But every meme, each laugh and fight, Kept me alive in pixels bright. I wore no crown, I sought no throne, The internet made me its own. A thousand edits crossed the day, Each adding more along the way. Some loved the joke, some looked away, Some hoped the trend would end one day. Yet every thread, each fresh callback, Still whispered softly, "Babyjak." Now newer faces fill the screen, As every season crowns a meme. But if they ask what mark I made, No borrowed path, no masquerade. I took the laughs, the highs, the lows, The endless tide of posts that rose. A controversial, curious track— And through it all... I was Babyjak.