Shorter than my four siblings, but easily the strongest, Sometimes I wear a funny hat.
Even the oldest ones can be described as current, but a little mainstream.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
For all your post bubble-bath drying needs
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it