In a museum gallery, the lady sits, Her book-head full of little bits. She holds her head with both her hands, Looking at her story lands.
Each page is full of dreams to share, Adventures here and stories there. She reads her book with eyes so bright, Imagining worlds both day and night.
In bronze she sits, so calm and still, Her book her friend, her heart to fill. With tales to tell and dreams to give, She shows us all how stories live.
Come see the lady in the gallery, Who opens worlds for you and me. Join her now, let’s take a peek, At all the wonders we can seek.
