My pen has come alive before,
When it happened I couldn't believe it.
It just got up and walked out the door,
I couldn't stop it lest I got bit.
I think it was the Scupliss
Or the scary Doovzull outside,
One of the two's behind this
But from me, they always hide.
There's something going on,
Something magical indeed,
I'll wait until the break of dawn
To find out why my pen fleed.
Yes, that's what I need.

The Pen