I’m sorry I stole your food.
Books kids feed you every morning
Books that help imagination blossom
Kids always have more forming.

I stacked your books high on the shelf
In the sight of the hungry eye.
You stared at me with such longing,
I almost had to cry.

The books you will have again,
But I just have to say
Forgive me.
The kids read all day.

Signed,
Mrs. Teacher