Ode to a Pencil SharpenerÂ
Oh, you little green mechanical thingÂ
Who works so well when I plug you inÂ
You spin and you whirl when a pencil’s insertedÂ
You store all the shavings that have then been desertedÂ
No mess will be found thanks to your little compartment.Â
And noone is happier than the whole Math department.Â
Now, thanks to you, I can draw, I can writeÂ
With my sharp #2 I can work through the nightÂ
I’ll jot down every thought, every word that was saidÂ
Simply because you made useful a dull piece of leadÂ