In a bustling little bookshop, on the other side of town
Is a shelf that’s full of Children’s books, where the kids all gather round
Books old and new, some big, some small, some thick and some quite thin
Others wide and others tall, to read or colour in

But one book always seems left out, It’s never picked at all
It’s covers drab, all tattered up, whatever did befall?
It seems the other books around, have quite a cheeky streak
They did what they could do to make, that lonely book look bleak

That very hungry caterpillar had nibbled round the edge
A donkey that was wonky buckerood it from the ledge
It got tangled up and spun around, caught in Charlottes sticky web
And the Tiger spilt his tea upon the front cover spread

Well it’s quite some competition, to be the readers choice
Trying to stand out amongst, such literary noise
Some books have sparkly covers, gold stickers to attract
The kids that swarm around the shelf, where all the books are stacked

The Lonely book would love to have a following of fans
But it seems that everyone these days, wants a Captain.. in underpants
The other books block it from view, turned it the wrong way round
And if they’re feeling really mean, they turn it upside down

James he threw his giant peach and it splattered down the front
And Peter tried to eat it for his yummy rabbit lunch
Beneath that big, yet friendly giant its becoming quite a crunch
And Bob he soaked the pages through, oh what a naughty sponge

Now if that book could speak out loud, was able to relay
It’s feelings on this matter, It probably would say…

“If someone had the gumption to pick me of the shelf
They’d probably realize I’m not to different from themself
A spine is running down my back to keep me standing tall
When I open up I make you smile and laugh and all
My outside might be dull and worn but my insides full of colour
Have you ever heard the saying don’t judge a book by its cover!”

A wicked witch, cast a spell, to curse that lonely book
There were slashes, tears and rips from the evil pirate hook
Alice smashed her looking glass while trying to take a look
And the bat car drove across the book while chasing all those crooks

And then one day to it’s surprise a little lad walked up
He saw the lonely book in shreds and looking down on luck
He picked it up, eyes where wide looking quite aghast
That no-one ever picked the book so he snapped it up quite fast

Inside the book were treasure maps of fortunes yet unfound
It showed the places where to dig a big hole in the ground
He raced away with book in hand to start his treasure quest
The ‘not so’ lonely book looked back to see the books bereft

In that bustling little bookshop, on the other side of town
Is a shelf that’s full of Children’s books, where the kids all gather round
So make sure that the next time, you look carefully around
Cause deep inside of everything, there’s a treasure to be found