They all congratulated her For having topped again, They thought she was brilliant, But did they e'er think of her pen? It hadn't blotted once, It hadn't jumped about, It had run fast over the paper Though it had been tired out. It hadn't fallen down, The ink had not dried up, It had gone on so smoothly Though the paper had been rough. So it deserved credit as well, As much as she did, For, may be her brains were good But the pen too was splendid.
