User:Messe Vansh/sandbox
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Jack of the Inkpot
I Dance on your paper,
I hide in your pen,
I make in your ink-stand
My little black den;
And leave on your forehead
The marks of my toes.
When you're trying to finish
Your "i"
With a dot,
I slip down your finger
And make it a blot;
And when you're so busy
To cross a big "T"
I make on the paper
- A little Black Sea.ââÂ
I drink blotting paper,
Eat penwiper pie,
You never can catch me,
You never need try!
I leap any distance,
I'm on to your fingers
Before you can wink.