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In the land where children play.
A boy named Roy would sleep all day.
No matter what his friends all said.
The boy would not get out of bed.

For he was very bored with toys.
The ones for little girls and boys.
He said that they were all the same.
The cars and trucks and every game.

But then one day Roy got a book.
He figured he would take a look.
And when he opened up the cover.
Of books he soon became a lover.

He read the book from front to back.
He read about a boy named Jack.
And all about a silver train.
And then about a place called Spain.

He read about each moon and star.
And just how far away they are
He learned of ancient histories.
And many science mysteries.

Soon he had a big collection. 
Of which the boy had great affection.
His favorite thing to do was read.
He learned to do it with great speed.

One afternoon a friend came by.
And asked if he could also try.
To read a book instead of play.
Immediately, Roy said, ‘You may.’

Soon his books were being read.
By Sue and John and little Ted.
That’s how the land of toys became.
The land of books instead of games.


For Francine Roberts' Children in Rhyme contest, by Samia Arroyo

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