Of all the power man has used
Of all the wonders, once abused
The pen, the pen! The pen I choose
The ink, a sword as soft as dew

Of all the might that quiets me
Of all the winds blown thunderously
The pen, the pen! I turn to thee
Your power will forever be

Of all the force that comes my way
Of all the clouds, so great and grey
The pen, the pen takes me away!
My voice's calm. My only stay

Of all the tools I place my hand
Of all the powers in the land
The pen! The pen! On it I stand
A passion inside. A feeling so grand

Of all the poems that I write
Of all the reasons, up at night
The pen, the pen, it shines the light
It fills me up with... warm delight.