I hear the thunder, of the old.
The fighting and the war cry's, of the bold.
I see the warriors, fight so hard.
That's what I get, with a library card.

I follow a wagon train, to the wild west.
We travel many days, without any rest.
We fight the Indian's, and make them run.
Because this is a book, we'll have a lot of fun.

I fly up to space, and search the galaxy.
Looking for aliens, and making them flee.
I defend planet Earth, in her hour of need.
Because one day, I wanted to read.

And so the story, must come to an end.
There are no more castles, you need defend.
The good guy leaves, and hopes to disappear.
Until the next time, it's pages hear...
A laugh, a cry, or a fallen tear,
another day, another year.