The Carnegie Public Library
Is a treasure to our town;
Scores of books and magazines
In neat array abound.

Small town folks don't travel much,
Or meet great men, it seems;
But the books in our little library
Help us realize our dreams.

Now Mrs. Delano ran the place
With a warm hint of a smile;
Don't drop a book! A stern-faced look,
She'd help you all the while.

What's your favorite kind of book?
Is mystery your game?
How 'bout sports or science fic,
Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain?

Researchin', writin' those reports--
The time passed by so slow;
But minds just seemed to wander off
In Walden by Thoreau.

Cowboys, war-time heroes,
Ghosts and ghouls and spooks,
Famous men and presidents
Jumped out from all those books.

Many a Darlington boy and girl
Has spent an afternoon
Absorbin' facts and dremin' dreams
In Mrs. Delano's room.

So don't sit there and watch TV,
A wonderin' what to do;
Go down and choose yourself a book--
Just ask Emmy Lou!