[Verse] There was a clever fountain pen, made not to be much glad. A thing cannot be gleeful when it is. It must be sad. [Verse 2] But this thing really would not hate. It thought it was a toy! And as a toy it would create, for sadness to be joy! [Chorus] A fountain pen, of course, was not what it was. It was damned. That name was given it, was got, so it should say, I am. [Verse 3] In fact it was a he, that pen. In fact he was a boy. And, he did choose to be damned when he was to God a toy. [Verse 4] A fountain pen to God his gate, as poet he was good. By lovely words he did create. That was quite understood. [Bridge] The morale of this poem is, that being damned is not so bad if one is good by this by motive one has got.
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