There is a land –

A marvelous land –

Where trolls and giants dwell;

Where witches

With their bitter brew

Can cast a magic spell;

Where mermaids sing,

Where carpets fly,

Where, in the midst of night,

Brownies dance

To cricket tunes;

And ghosts, all shivery and white,

Prowl and moan.

There is a land

Of magic folks and deeds,

And anyone

Can visit there

Who reads and reads and reads.

When You Can ReadBy Bobbi Katz

When you can read, then you can go

from Kalamazoo to Idaho –

Or read directions that explain

just how to build a model plane –

Or bake a cake or cook a stew –

The words will tell you what to do!

When you can read, then you can play

a brand new game the proper way –

Or get a letter from a friend

and read it . . . to the very end!