• To those silly pens and papers,
    With an author who doesn't understand,
    Criticism is only mean to help,
    Because we can't stay and hold their hand,

    Can you confuse a man or me,
    With a flamer with a grudge in his eyes,
    Where as we are simple artists,
    Nothing to see though and no such disguise,

    Oh, you silly little people, I know,
    You hate me for the things that I might say,
    But you don't understand the truth,
    We're not better than you and that is okay,

    So don't write your angry letters,
    I'm not here to participate in an argument,
    We're here to help and question,
    I suppose the point of view does depend,

    Hold down your scorched tongue,
    Take a deep breath and think for a moment,
    Could your interpretation of this poor,
    Honest critic, have been some sort of accident,

    Keep on writing and dreaming so,
    We'll know you have grown and come back,
    To praise you and help you and to,
    Make sure, that your writing will stay on its track.