“Printer, Printer sitting there,
Why do you fail to work at all?
Have I vexed you, did I wreck you?
Printer, Pinter why oh why?”
“Damon, Damon questioning me,
I'm too good, can't you see?
I deserve better things to print!
Damon, Damon now you see!”
“Printer, Priner but it is your job.
I have bought you, fed ink to you
Fixed you, given you power
Printer, Printer please work for me!”
“Damon, Damon no no no.
You see I'm destined for better things!
If I had legs, or a mouth or wings
I'd be away in a flash, printing for the kings!
Damon, Damon that is so.”
“Printer, Printer don't you see?
You don't get a choice to be.
I am the one one you must print for.
Printer, Printer, print for me.”
“I shall never!” The printer said, looking most offended.
“Fine then you, I'll buy another.” The situation mended.