User:Messe Vansh/sandbox

Jack of the Inkpot I Dance on your paper,

I hide in your pen,

I make in your ink-stand

My little black den;

And leave on your forehead

The marks of my toes.

When you're trying to finish

Your "i"

With a dot,

I slip down your finger

And make it a blot;

And when you're so busy

To cross a big "T"

I make on the paper
 * 1) A little Black Sea.ââÂ

I drink blotting paper,

Eat penwiper pie,

You never can catch me,

You never need try!

I leap any distance,

I'm on to your fingers

Before you can wink.