The pens were discussing their fate
Just as they were newly made.
They wondered how their life would be
They wondered how very nice it would be
Said the one who was made first
‘We’re going’ to a pen shop for better or worse.
They’ll sell us to a human who’ll guide us as we dance
And the trail we leave behind us will make them jump and prance.’
The pens were very happy ‘til he added more:
‘Some humans are very naughty and will throw you out the door.
Some are much worse and will crush you on the floor,
Most will not use you at all and that is such a bore.’
And if you try to run away they’ll catch you on your path;
‘Coz when we run we leave a trail that stays for long last.’