Oh pencil, my pencil, how thou enthrall me,
When weakened by fear and doubt, thou art my lance, my wand, my sword -
From thee, the many magics of worlds unseen spring forth within my hand,
And the doors and gates open,
The majesty of the universe abounds,
And in shades of grey, colours of the rainbow, and all nature's gifts,
We two are ensconced in the holiest communion.
Oh pencil, thou art my greatest ally -
For without thee, my life would be a sad and lonely place,
Mournful, and apathetic, that life should be so disgracefully displaced
By a ballpoint pen.