I walk at a regular pace
to the most silent place,
the library, of course, is it,
the place to read and sit.
I pass the bookshelves
see other children by themselves
looking at the colourful books,
at the pictures of little cooks.
I find the book I read this week
without even having to seek.
I sit and read until I hear:
"It's five o'clock, go home, my dear."
When I again walk through the town
I wonder if I ever get a book of my own.
(Based on Roald Dahl's novel Matilda.)