A book in hand, wherever he goes
Wherever he goes, a book
A seat on a pillow or middling stair,
The floor is really as good as a chair
A light in the bed or a fire and glow,
Just so long as the pages will show
“A Quetzalcoatlus (or was it a Dragon?)
Is coming here soon and I’ll be here to meet him
But he’ll never arrive if I put down the book,
And that’s why I can’t come to dinner.”
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