They call it a lead pencil
but it is really made of granite.
My lucky pencil to write stories and do maths with.
In Autumn when the leaves fall my pencil writes.
In winter when it is cold my pencil writes.
In spring when the flowers bloom my pencil writes.
In summer when the weather is hot my pencil writes.
My pencil will write on the moon
my pencil will write in a cage.
My pencil can write as fast as the flash
and as slow as a snail.
My pencil writes all day and night.
My pencil writes all month.
My pencil writes all year.
My mighty pencil was forged from wood and granite
but some still call him lead.
My pencil writes about dragons and knights
but in the end .....it is just my pencil.



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