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There's a gash on my right hand

That isn't really there.

It's only there if I want it to be,

Maybe give my friends a scare.

It gets me out of homework

It gets me out of tests

It gets me out of gym class

Those and all the rest.

I bet your kinda wondering

How this came to be

That I could have a wound

That you sometimes cannot see.

It all started when I picked

Up that pencil long ago

And something flowed right through me

To this day, I do not know

I grabbed a sheet of paper

And scribbled words a few

And as I looked around me,

The words showed up there too.

I wrote and wrote and wrote

And to my great surprise

Whatever I wrote on the paper

Appeared before my eyes.

You must think I'm crazy!

You must think I'm nuts!

But really is quite handy

To create imaginary cuts!

And that's not all I can make,

Those silly little sores.

I can make little mice men

Who can do all of my chores!

I can do anything at all

With the scribble of a pen

I can make grown tigers appear

That think that they are hens!

Of course, as you would gather

I think you probably guessed

That I'm not allowed to use this power

Cause it can turn into a pest.

But they don't have to know

What I'm telling you right now

So can you keep a secret?

A little tiny vow?

Please don't tell them that I turned

You into a big, green, slimy cow!