Out from the library,
Out into the city!
Look at the buildings —
So bright and so pretty.
A million people!
A pigeon, a fly!
Book looks around
as taxis zoom by.
Then — oops! She drops,
And falls down — PLOP!
But Kit scoots on … no time to stop.
Will I get home, all by myself?
Will I get back to my library shelf?
And what will Librarian Joyce have to say?
Why does my life have to turn out this way?
Hakeem bends down and says, “Wow! Look!”
Right there on the sidewalk, he picks up a book.
He opens the cover and reads what’s inside...
Then puts Book on the bench while he plays on the slide.
“A book!” says Ming’s dad, coffee in hand,
They read her while watching a subway jazz band.
From boathouse to townhouse to old carousel,
Book makes a stop at the Liberty Bell.
She sees flags flying high and bikes zooming ‘round,
From person to person she’s passed around town.
I’m terribly worried I’ll never get home.
For the rest of my life, I’ll roam and I’ll roam!
Just then, from above, Book hears a kind voice. Could it be? It IS! It’s Librarian Joyce!
Joyce scoops her up and says with a smile,
“I just can’t believe it — you’ve traveled for miles!
Before the day’s over, I’ll read you myself.
Then I’ll bring you back home to your library shelf.”