• Oh, look, it's a book
    I'm sure it must be
    A path of adventures waiting for me,
    A yellow brick road to the wizard of Oz,
    A frivolous poem without any cause.
    Should I open it and peek to see what's inside?
    What if its scary I might need to hide.
    I'll never know unless I dare
    I need a good laugh, a cry or a scare.
    I'm sure it can wait--well, then I'll never know
    Maybe it's someplace that I'll never go
    But today is the day that's been waiting for me
    So I'll open this book, and I will see biggrin