I had a dream of school supplies,where paperclips could talk;where poster paper hung aroundwith marking pens and chalk.The stationery idledwhile the pencils madly raced.The clocks went 'round in circles,and the glue sticks merely paced.The binders were inseparable.They bonded with the tape.The workbooks exercisedand helped the stencils stay in shape.Some calculators addedto the numbers in this land,and music was provided bya singing rubber band.My dream was strange and truly cool,but this was even cooler:The dictionaries all looked up to me.I was the ruler.