Heather P Wilson - Defiant Words lyrics

Words wander out the nib of my pen They seldom listen to me, Always busy lining up with their friends That`s where they`re happy to be. If I move them around they just make a mess Then a poem I never can write, I get fed up with the lot of them And push every one out of my sight. But they always return, they are so slow to learn Whether they are enormous or small, I tell them each day I wish nicely they`d play It`s equal rights in my poems for all.