It looks like any building When you pass it on the street, Made of stone and glass and marble, Made of iron and concrete.
But once inside you can ride A camel or a train, Visit Rome, Siam, or Nome, Feel a hurricane, Meet a king, learn to sing, How to bake a pie, Go to sea, plant a tree, Find how airplanes fly, Train a horse, and of course Have all the dogs you’d like, See the moon, a sandy dune, Or catch a whopping pike. Everything that books can bring You’ll find inside those walls. A world is there for you to share When adventure calls.
You cannot tell its magic By the way the building looks, But there’s wonderment within it, The wonderment of books.