Dear Libayr tEchre...

"Library Book Blues"

I got nowhere to run, 

No feet to take me there,

But I'd do just about anything

To get myself out of here.

This backpack is smelly,

And I ain't got no space

Crammed in with his gym clothes

And fat pencil case.

My binding is bending,

My pages are torn,

My dust jacket's dirty,

And my cover's all worn.

I'm a beat up ol' book, 

And I got the blues

'Cause nobody wants me

Now that I've come unglued.

Yeah, I got the blues,

The Library Book Blues,

The I-was-pristine-three-weeks-ago-but-then-some-kid-

borrowed-me-from-the-library,-stuck-me-next-to-his-leaky-lunch-bag,-bled-on-me-with-his-bloody-nose,-and-then-let-his-dog-chew-my-corners-off blues...

Yeah, I got the blues.

And I think it's time I checked myself outta here...

(Lyrics by Erin.  Hey Matt, do you want to put this to music and record it for me? I would love you forever... or at least not call you names for a few days...)