Boring book back by the bookshelf,
Standing all by myself,
Freezing by the AC,
Afraid to get stung by the B’s.

When suddenly the doorbell rang,
Me and my friends looked up,
To see someone walk past.
He sat on the couch,
And to our surprise,
His blue eyes looked right at us.

I always thought I was quite lucky.
But now I see,
The joy of being read.