To read a book is travel swift
For though you sit, as in a trance,
The mind can journey far away
To Russia, England, Spain, and France.
The villains rush to make you pay
While you refuse to shift your stance.
Or you, yourself are in the fray,
Endeav'ring to halt the foe's advance.
The fairy land is in a war.
Wizards, kings, and dragons galore,
Along with peasants, weak and poor
And battles filled with much blood and gore.
Yet though all this is excitement, not bore,
To earth we must come down before
Our heads are full of fantasy lore.