Wherever you look, in each cranny or nook
In a library you’ll never be far from a book
So open the door now – that’s right, push!
(And here’s the librarian, stern-faced, sssshh!)
Textbooks for students in pre-exam panic
Where’s that damned answer? They’re frantic, they’re manic
Young teenage readers all covered in acne
They’re reading in libraries from Hampstead to Hackney
They’re coming to libraries by bus and on scooters
They’re borrowing books and they’re using computers
Parties of schoolchildren, young girls and boys
(You in the corner – please stop that noise!)
Elderly readers, grabbing the chance
For an old Mills and Boon and a bit of romance,
Peering through glasses, engrossed in large print
And hoping there aren’t any fines, ‘cos they’re skint
Books about queens, an earl or a duke
And tomes that are written in gobbledegook
Reference books – yes! An encyclopaedia!
(A great lot of fun, though the internet’s speedier)
In Manchester, Birmingham, Truro and Hull
Kids who once whined that all libraries are dull
Have found themselves lost in a book that they’ve picked
(But do stop that noise! The librarian’s strict)
Mind-blowing books that will lead to new places
And all the old classics, with dearly-loved faces
Books in Swahili, in Spanish and Urdu
(But keep the noise down over there – yes, I heard you)
People of all different incomes and ages
With can’t-put-down books are now turning the pages
Of books that perhaps might quite shock their dear mother
(And when that one’s finished they’ll borrow another)
There are books for young poets with long greasy hair
Posing with Proust and with Baudelaire
And Japanese comics with manga cartoons
And touch-and-feel stories that even play tunes
Books for babies and toddlers with snot-dripping noses
Quick! To your library, before the place closes