Here's a new pen with which I'll write
Another poem or two,
A song, short story, ditty rhyme
To entertain just you.
I picked it up from on the street -
Who owned it? I don't know
Or how it came to end up there,
As homeward I did go.
Its life, its times I'll never know,
Did it write love letters?
Or did it write scrawled ransom notes
Giving bank clerks jitters?
But now, oh well, and onward James!
Its future'll write my poems,
My songs, short stories, ditty rhymes.
It's finally found a home.