You will find me in the shop
Sometimes with a spinning top
All my siblings will be there too
In case you’re looking for more than just a few
We’ll all be sitting, waiting around
Making no sound
The little shop at the end of the street
That is where we’ll meet
So now you know where to find us
None near a rust
If you want to inspect
Carry your magnifying lens
We are not hard to spot
That is why we are always caught.
We come wrapped in a lovely box
With a neat bow tied on the top.
So come on, come along
May as well be singing a song
For at the shop you will find delight
This is the pen’s letter, a little insight.