Quick! Open the door to hide from siblings’ seeking. You’ll need a fur coat -there, at your elbow.
Now; watch a filthy-fingered store owner glare at young boys, as she discovers a well-placed rat retribution.
Laugh the painful glee of snappy satire; chortle in appreciation of the cynic.
Sing along to “Come, Thou Font,” or “Camptown Races.”
Hold your breath for 20,000 leagues. You’ll need a harpoon; no, don’t ask why.
¿Que pasa, amigo? ¿Te gustaría aprender español?
Come, my fellow bibliophile, to the library. Only here may you travel so broadly, and taste-test such varied fare.