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I fixed it up a bit:

My pencil moves with such delight
all through the day, all through the night
it curves, it flies, it dances, it sings
My pencil, it's the greatest thing

this pencil is all I need

The slender wood, the pink eraser
the sharpened tip, it needs no tracer
to make my drawings come alive
My wildest dreams it will revive

this pencil is all I need

paper is limited, the pages are few
but all I need, pencil, is wonderful you
You make my imagination pop out of that page
You are the star, the paper's your stage

this pencil is all I need

But you've shrunk, not the same
my excess drawing's to blame
and you've become nothing but a stub
A piece of wood, too much love

this pencil is all I need

I'm so sorry, dear pencil, I've worn you out so
you still won't cry, you're not a plant, you can't grow
Oh, faithful pencil, so worn out with sorrow
I'm sad to say, I can't use you tomorrow

This pencil is all I need

look! I've got a friend, he's a pencil too,
but see, he's mechanical, and he's spanking new
dear pencil, don't be mad, as if this is betrayal
Don't handcuff me, and throw me in jail

This pencil is all I need

Oh, no. my new friend, he's let me down
run out of led, no more to be found
Pencil, my pencil, will you use your wood
to help me make art, like before, when you could?

this pencil is all I need

My old pencil moves with such delight
all through the day, all through the night
it curves, it flies, it dances, it sings
My old pencil, it's the greatest thing

this pencil is all I need