Like books upon the bookcase
We stand in line and wait
For someone to come along
And justify our fate
By picking up our volume
And reading between the lines
To see what story we really tell
On the pages that we bind
And we hope they quickly turn each page
But cherish every word
So we can fill their minds swiftly
And prove we’re not absurd
Even though it is contrary
To every critic that they’ve heard
Oh, we’re books upon a bookcase
And books we’ll always be
Until we get down off the shelf
And write our destiny
And we’re nothing more than bindings
Indeed binding every deed
With hopes that someone will come along
To enjoy the nonsense that they read
Oh, we’re books upon a bookcase
And books we’ll always be
Until we get down off the shelf
And write our destiny.
©1972 David P. Cannon 2-26-1972