Why did you chew my number two?
It was my very best,
that pencil that I loaned to you
to borrow for the test.
A hundred nasty nibblings
and slick with spit, how rude!
It’s no more good at writing things
because it’s been so chewed.
This kind of thing that beavers do:
it’s not a wooden snack!
You chose to chew my number two,
now I don’t want it back.