Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright
Possibly the only famous plumber who has the courage to ever to rescue a princess.
Feared on the playground, he steals your lunch money and distributes wedgies
These are great, floaty fun until they explode and give you a little scare.
It is a place of play on a sunny day. Winter will come and take all the fun, but we'll be back in May. What is it?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite