The typographical error
Is a slippery thing and sly.
You can hunt it ‘til you are dizzy
But it somehow will get by.
Till the forms are off the presses,
It is strange how still it keeps;
It shrinks down in a corner
And it never stirs or peeps —
The typographical error
Is too small for human eyes,
Till the ink is on the paper . . .
Then it grows to mountain size.
The boss, he stares in horror,
Then grabs his hair and groans,
The copy reader drops his head
Upon his hands and moans.
The remainder of the issue
May be clean as clean can be.
But the typographical error
Is the only thing you see.
Author Unknown
