Ode to a Pencil Sharpener
Ode to a Pencil Sharpener
Oh, you little green mechanical thing
Who works so well when I plug you in
You spin and you whirl when a pencil’s inserted
You store all the shavings that have then been deserted
No mess will be found thanks to your little compartment.
And noone is happier than the whole Math department.
Now, thanks to you, I can draw, I can write
With my sharp #2 I can work through the night
I’ll jot down every thought, every word that was said
Simply because you made useful a dull piece of lead