What sits up on the highest shelf?
Of this dust-infested book case?
What lies in stories untold?
what ponders a future far ahead?
What ponder lies up there so high?
One little stool is all I need,
My legs grow Underneath my knees,
What can't I see on the top shelf,
A circus that has left too fast for my short feet?
What lies are spread like butter,
Contageous as a yawn,
What do u hold above my head,
To taunt and gibe my mind?
What ponders lie, on the top shelf?