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Went to the store to buy me a pen The pen wouldn't write so I traded for a hen The hen wouldn't lay so I traded for a ray The ray wouldn't shine so I traded for a vine The vine wouldn't swing so I traded for a ring The ring wouldn't fit so I traded for a hit The hit wouldn't run so I traded for a gun The gun wouldn't shoot so I traded for a flute The flute wouldn't blow so I traded for a hoe The hoe wouldn't heave like holes in a sieve Like folds in a sleeve and I think it's time to leave So don't underestimate the power of the pen Because the power of the mind translates into the pen And if the power of the pen comes from w/in Like the power of the mind that makes you think Just think will this pen ever run out of ink? The pen kept gliding on a piece of paper The hand was guiding it 'cuz sooner or later Thoughts would emerge everytime I get the urge to write on a pad all the thoughts I ever had We write the right rhymes so don't try to bite mine In spite of this you still write to spite We write the songs that make people sing along You write for a fee and make a lot of enemies You dig for the dirt get cash for the trash How much would it cost for you to kiss my ass? Because the pen is mightier than the sword Heavens to Betsy, oh, my Lord! If you believe, you shall receive And if you deceive, we will besiege Because the power of the mind translates into the pen And if the power of the pen comes from within Like the power of the mind that makes you think Just think, will this pen ever run out of ink? Yeah?use a pencil
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