My pencil moves with such delight
All through the day, all through the night
It curves, it flies, it dances, it sings
My pencil, it's the greatest thing
This pencil is all I need
The slender wood, the pink eraser
The sharpened tip, it needs no tracer
To make my drawings come alive
My wildest dreams it will revive
This pencil is all I need
Paper is limited, the pages are few
But all I need, pencil, is wonderful you
You make my imagination pop out of that page
You are the star; the paper's your stage
This pencil is all I need
But you've shrunk, not the same
My excess drawing's to blame
And you've become nothing but a stub
A pi