If all the trees in all the woods were men; <br /> And each and every blade of grass a pen; <br /> If every leaf on every shrub and tree <br /> Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea <br /> Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes <br /> Had nothing else to do but act as scribes, <br /> And for ten thousand ages, day and night, <br /> The human race should write, and write, and write, <br /> Till all the pens and paper were used up, <br /> And the huge inkstand was an empty cup, <br /> Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink <br /> Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cacoethes-scribendi/
