As the crimson sun rises like a fawn

Let us fall into the break of dawn

We will traverse far from here

In Xanadu, we’ll find our place

Or maybe through a mirror face

A land where savages we might be

Far off where monsters run amok

Let’s have a conversation with a duck

Or possibly see an old sailor man

Share a cup with an ancient king

Slay a demon with a fatal swing

Find an aged Hebrew scrip

Hear the tales of a traveling troop

To pay homage as a holy group

As unholy as they truly are

Meet a little wizard boy

See a hobbit’s golden toy

Two lands where elves live too

Though time will go

And we will grow

Literature will always remain.