There was a girl from my street
I'd occasionally meet at the library
And it always left me puzzled
How she carried all the books she borrowed
She always went by herself
And she emptied the shelf at the library
Then she staggered out the door
And it wasn't long before I followed
And I hid behind a tree
So that she wouldn't notice me
Da da da dee dum ...
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, that's the place I like to be
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, at the library
Oh yes I gasped as I hid
When I saw what she did
with the books she had
And I understood then
Why she always went home the long way
As she unloaded her books
And a wheelbarrow took
all the weight of them
I could see she was ashamed
And so I vowed to do the same tomorrow
And now the whole street wheels along
And we sing our library song
Da da da dee dum ...
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, that's the place I like to be
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, at the library
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, that's the place I like to be
L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, at the library

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