In the smallest part of the biggest place,
Where the words and pictures in covers are placed
She’s the one who holds the key
To the children’s corner of the library

In a place where the tables and chairs are small
And the second shelf can be quite tall.
He’s the one you’ll want to see
At the children’s corner of the library

When you visit she’ll read a story to you
And she may even sing a song or two
Anything at all to get her message through
And make a reader of you

When you’re still in your mother’s and father’s arms
It will all be new but you won’t be alarmed
For a gentle face you’ll see
At the children’s corner of the library

He has magical puppets to share with you
And he’ll take you to places you never knew
Anything at all to get his message through
And make a reader of you

As your mind and your bones and your spirit grow
There are so many things you’ll be wanting to know
And you’ll know just who to see
In the smallest part of the biggest place
Where the words and pictures in covers are placed
She’s the one who holds the key
To the children’s corner of the library