Paper was reaching for the ceiling, Since the day my fountain pen died. All the pencils in the house cheered, But then they cried. They ----------------------- Didn't like graphite.
Something is hanging In the air, you can feel it everywhere. All you need is a starting gun, for the crowd to stand up, you need a tiny: BANG!
It was late, so i had to sleep one more night, Before I could start this horrible paperfight. The pencils waited, till I slept tight, Sissor got a sign from the flashlight, And killed all the erasors they could find.
Something is hanging In the air, You can whithness take the chance, All you need is a starting? gun, For the crowd to stand up, You need a tiny : BANG! ...