Such a random subject
Amongst all of these
Never to be found,
They're such a tease
Pens like to hide
In every little place
And probably won't work
Once we've got them in a pinkie embrace
We use them
All the time
And when we can't find a pencil
We buy them at the price of a dime
Pens, pens, pens
Everywhere they're hidden
Everyday we use them
They hear all we confide in
Pens are spy's
From outerspace
Recording all we do
Okay, I'm just kidding on that base
Although, pens
Could take over the world
If they didn't hide
And spoke words
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