In the wake of the morning,
In between and after class
Jogging down two floors below
Through peeking windows I pass
Enter the doors, browse the web
The barcode, shelf count, cupboard number I get
He jogs to one of the aisles
Then hands me it
I smile my brightest;
On my regular chair I sit
Perusing through it, ten pages I score
Sucking, filling, it's calling for more
Again and again I manage to go
Every day, so much now so
That before the shelf count, cupboard number I tell,
He smiles, then says, "Biology by Campbell?"
