When I was just a few months old
In my Mamma’s lap I sat.
The magic time would hence unfold,
A bunny I would pat.
Every time that I’d try on the ring,
Feel scratchy whiskers too.
Within the book my heart did sing,
When I’d play peek-a-boo.
And in the mirror was my face,
The flowers I would smell.
In books I’d find my happy place,
Where all was safe and well.
From this first book the die was cast,
Curiosity did unfold.
My love of reading was to last,
Learning never does get old.
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