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.”