Masters of the Page
Munching with Alice
The things that make me small
Laughing with Hatter
One size too tall
Tracing the Red Ferns
Catching the embers
In my hand
Oh! how they burn
Chanting the spells
And twirling my wand
Playing dirty quiditch
All around my lawn
When gulliver couldn't travel any more
How big were the liitle people
That tied us down tight
Until every inch of our body was sore
The Lord of the rings make a proposal
Gold for your soul
Furry feet and Elves ears
Run to Mordor fast, I'm told
When the sun has found its end
The trees began to come alive
I jump back from imagination
But into another book I dive
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