I once read a book that taught me how to fly
Then each morning when alone, I took to the sky
I had no feathers or even one wing
I just had the knowledge - a great thing
After that, I read another book about energy
Then each morning when alone, I made entropy
This made everything fall into disorder
And predictable events became out of order
I was afraid to read another, but did it anyway
This brought about my knowledge of telekinesis that day
Now I can rearrange the furniture and stay
In my room the whole day, and play
Now I'm reading another fun book
From the computer I just took
Using my telekinesis, from a crook
It's such fun reading, in my nook
Tomorrow I think I'm going to need
Books about jets and supersonic speed
Then there'll be no use for greed
Maybe 1000 books a day I'll read
All this reading has tired me out
But from the treetops I want to shout
"Most all the answers are in books", I'll tout
"Everything's in there - that's what it's about"
Read, read, and read some more
It doesn't matter, rich or poor
You'll gain some knowledge that's for sure
Your betterment may even, even the score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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