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Comes little lady, a book in hand,

A light in her eyes that I understand,

And her cheeks aglow from the faery breeze

That sweeps across the uncharted seas.

She gives me the book, and her word of praise

A ton of critical thought outweighs.

“I’ve finished it, daddie!” – a sigh thereat.

“Are there any more books in the world like that?”

No, little lady. I grieve to say

That of all the books in the world to-day

There’s not another that’s quite the same

As this magic book with the magic name.

Volumes there be that are pure delight,

Ancient and yellowed or new and bright;

But – little and thin, or big and fat —

There are no more books in the world like that.

And what, little lady, would I not give

For the wonderful world in which you live!

What have I garnered one-half as true

As the tales Titania whispers you?

Ah, late we learn that the only truth

Was that which we found in the Book of Youth.

Profitless others, and stale, and flat; —

There are no more books in the world like that.