It all started with a little green book
That was read aloud to me
And the title of this book
Was the giving tree

And I loved it so much
That I asked for more
Pete the cat and rainbow fish
Cluttered my playroom floor

And as I grew a little bit older
So did the books that I was read
The wind in the willows and romana age eight
Were read to me in bed

Then there was rascal
and winnie the phoo
And as I grew older still
Spy school was there too

Then the most glorious thing happened
I found my first book!
I could read if I tyred
All I had to do was look

But it took me two weeks
To make even a dent
I had to give it back to library
I ran out of the time I was lent

And mary pope osborns
Blizzard of the blue moon
Was so hard to read
It had me feeling like a loon

and if I couldn’t read
A book about A magic tree house
Then how could I even read
Stuart the mouse

So I gave up reading for myself
And my dad read to me instead
I heard so many stores
Before I went to bed

There was Narnia
And all of its wondrous tales
There was Harry Potter’s magic
Rons Utter fails

And then a day came
Where I picked up a book
And I opened it up
And all it took was a look!

I was reading the book
All by myself
There was no body there
There was no one to help

H.G. wells was my favorite
There was no dout in my mind
That it was the way that the book was
It was its own special kind

But I soon came to find
That the time machine was not the only one
I read rascal with eas
It was all said and done

Then I wanted more
And more came for me
I could read by myself!
I could do what I please!

Then I read more spy school
And Then Percy Jackson too
I went through that phays
And I know you did too

Then I read this book
It only took me four days!
The fourth book of percy jackson
Was done in a haze!

And then there was Cinder
That I finished in three
That book series will always be
Special to me

And then the book
That left me in a daze
488 pages
In three fateful days

The school for good and evil
Put me on a spree
I was reading books faster
Than I could possibly be

I ran out of room on my shelf
I ran out of room on the floor
But still as I read
I was left craving more!

Let the sky fall in three
And Sunkissed in two
The selection in three
There was nothing I couldn’t do!

I cried over One degree of freedom
And wicked king left me aghast
I even read in the night
My bedtime long past

It so happened when
I was looking at my shelf one day
When I heard a little Fwomp
And too my dismay

The books around me came
Crashing down
One by one
They all hit the ground

And as I stood there in anger
Wishing that I could die
Something on the floor
Caught my eye

And as I took a better look
My eyes opened with glee
It was the little green book
That was read to me at age three

And then I realize
As I look at that book
That what it gave too me
Wasn't necessarily what I took

This little green book
Gave me who I am now
That is all I have to say
That is my final bow