The Librarian
© 2024 Turtlecub Publishing / BMI
In memory of Luann Phillipich and with deep gratitude to all librarians
There’s no place quite like the library
Slow paced, content, yes and I’m very
Sure encouraging people to read — it’s a gift
By and large though, it might be perverted
To charge those quite introverted
The hard road connecting the public
to thousands of wonderful titles
I have a long list of chores
But it’s time to open the doors and I’ll
Try to bring my informative best to the day
Oh my, she’s coming towards me
Eyes wide, I sense just before she
Arrives, I summon my quiet and calm as she asks:
Do you have a book? I think it was blue
Pretty sure it had pictures
The author was who? I forget
Do you have a book? Might’ve been thick.
Was it Oprah’s pick? Do you have a book?
Yes, I am librarian
No, my name is not Marian
Oh, gosh that’s a good one, never heard that before
I’m revived by questions, inquiring minds
No really, just take your time
May I suggest several books banned in five states?
They’re wonderful books - Good for the soul
Some of them have pictures
It gives me such hope
When you pull out a list …But then somethings amiss
The questions come like this:
Do you have Shakespeare in English?
The Gutenberg Bible on cassette
Do you have this book: How To Kill A Mockingbird
Oh, you — do have a book?
Do you know who wrote Dante’s Inferno?
Do you have Funny Farm by Orwell?
That book written by the bald guy with a beard
Just take a look. Do you have a book?
Though I’d like to throw the book at you
I’ll gently place it in your hands
And say “oh look — I found your book!
I found your book! I found your book!”
