Books, Oh Books
Somewhat like a Hook
To the most educated minds
Always making up for time
Sometimes too big
Sometimes way too small
Rusty on the outside
Ever so neat on the inside
For the young and the old
Isn't it great it's so?
Books, Oh Books
Even on my dying bed
I remember my first pen
Writing stories for the future
And forever that I nurtured
You're my Best friend
And I will always tell