i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
perhaps with paper as midwife
my birth may raise a triffick stink
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink,

i will i will i'm sure...i think,
some where i've been write to life
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper perhaps as midwife.

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I see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees
will he pen me now with slim thighs
i see a dot above my eye,

a buxom lass he's penned he sighs
he writes '' skirt pulled above her knees''
i see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees.

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He never minds his p's'n q's
just dots my eye crosses his tees
and gazes on these words he drew
he never minds his p's'n q's,

he'll never mind his p's'n q's
he writes his words now with great glee
perhaps my wish for life i'll rue
he blots my eyes to stroke his tees.