Child of the Library
I’m a Child of the Lib’ry, it made me who I am,
It taught me about freedom and the fellowship of Man
A sea of story waits for you inside the lib’ry door,
Don’t say we can’t afford it any more.
The Lib’ry’s where I made some friends I’ve known my whole life through
The Walkers and the Blacketts and the Pevensies so true.
Simp the canine cannonball, Galadriel the fair.
The daughter of a pirate king and Paddington the Bear
I’ve travelled South with Shackleton and all his gallant crew
And thorough the African interior that Mary Kingsley knew
I rode the trackless prairie where bison used to roam
I’ve flown around the universe, not half an hour from home.
And as I grew the Lib’ry fed my curiosity,
All there for the asking, and all of it for free.
It’s there I found the stories I couldn’t find at home.
It’s where I learned I was myself and not my father’s clone.
So make friends with your library, don’t let it fade away.
Teach your kids the lib’ry’s where you go on Saturday.
Don’t let the bastards tell you they will cost too much to save
While they’re shoveling your taxes down the hole the bankers made
So make a stand for the lib’ry. Stand up while you can.
Stand up for your freedom. Stand for your fellow man.
Ignorance is never bliss, don’t close the lib’ry door.
For the lib’ry lost is lost forever more.
Lyrics © 2011 Piers and Gill Cawley
Music © 2011 Piers Cawley
Piers includes a key to the lyrics here.