Queens of the Circulating Library

I am a queen of the circulating library

I have declared an amnesty

All books may be returned without a penalty

Return the books to me

Return the books

Don't burn the books

You cut down the trees to make paper disease

It's in the trees: it's coming

Return the book of knowledge

Return the marble index

File under "Paradox"

The forest is a college, each tree a university

I am a queen of the circulating library

I'm here to answer your enquiry

All knowledge resides within me

Your membership has expired

You are way past expiry dates

Words, words, words, words!

You may as well listen to the birds