Little Annie loved, loved, loved to read—

Her parents were pleased with this indeed.

While other children watched TV,

Annie stayed in her room to read, read, read.

She'd read all day and all afternoon,

By the light of the sun and the glow of the moon.

Her parents wouldn't give chores or make her play—

"There are worse things she could be doing all day," they'd say.

Annie reads when it's hot and when it gets colder,

From the time she was young until she grew older.

But she never, ever lets anyone read over her shoulder.