There are valleys to cross
And mountains to climb,
Oceans to swim and planes to fly—
All without spending a nickel nor dime.

Gladiators to fight
And guns to hire,
Uncharted islands to explore—
All without leaving the hearthside fire.

Apollo's chariot to ride,
And sun's course to chart,
Rocket thirteen's going to the moon—
Will you be there to see it depart?

Storm troopers tomorrow,
Pirates today,
Dinosaurs a long time ago—
Last week? Last month? Was it May?

I don't have a time machine,
I'm not a frequent flyer,
I'm not even a movie star.

I'm you.
Plus my library card.