Pencils and Pens
By Nathan Nop
Pencil, pencil, dance in my hand.
It dance, it dance, it dance in my hand.
Without worries or care it dance.
This beautiful pen in my hand.
Will dance and dance and will never will stand.
And when the old tight hands is gone
The pen shall still dance and dance and dance.
A new strong hand will grab the pen
And it will keep dancing and dancing
But shall not dance as beautiful as before.