Blue ink dripped from my Pen

I carry a pen where ever I go
It stopped writing at 40 below
Took out a match and lit the end
Blue ink dripped from my pen

I tried to write in the snow
But I can't take it when I go
Thought about a piece of ice
Would have melted this I know

I sit here frozen in my own thought
A Dictaphone I should have brought
All my thoughts are just for you
As I warm myself in this igloo

I heard the dogs then saw the sleigh
He said jump in we should go no delay
Thought of the dogs the team and the men
What I would give for a good working pen