Finally, I found a job,

And its in a library,

Books full of writing all,

But do I have time to read?

Working, labouring, shifting through shelves

Of knowledge set with ink,

Pages old and new, yellow and white:

A curious ones abode.

And I too will enquire, but not when on duty.

The curoius ones -

I shall serve them well – and serve them right,

Be it by day or evening hours,

To dissemninate knowledge too both young and old:

You, too, are also welcome.

For all those who are able to read, able to dream, and able to breath,

our library is open.