In my room are three shelves, with neatly stacked treasure.
These are my books that mommy reads me with pleasure.
There are tales about Sophie, and a rabbit named Peter.
Fairy tales. Nursery rhymes. What could be sweeter?
My favourite story of all is about a big cat.
With rhymes and adventure and his silly red hat.
I first heard this story as a tiny bundle.
I was tired and frightened and ready to grumble.
But mommy’s soothing voice and the tale of the cat,
calmed me right down in the chair where we sat.
While mommy read on I made not a peep.
In no time at all I was soundly asleep.
Since then on my shelves more books have appeared.
Similar stories just as wonderfully weird.
One silly book about fish red and blue.
A second about a man who can moo.
A book about letters A, B, and C.
The one about pop is so funny to me.
For Christmas mommy read the tale of the Grinch,
What a fiend he was! I could give him a pinch!
So many stories. Too many to name.
Each one is different. No two are the same.
I love every one. What do you think about that?
It’s hard to believe it all began with a cat.
I’m not finished yet. There is more I want to say.
Just wait until you hear what I saw the other day.
I was playing as usual, I look up and I see…
Wouldn’t you know it, the cat on T.V.!
There he was on the screen with his friends and the fish.
To see more of the cat became my main wish.
Mommy and I read a story each day.
I help turn the pages, mommy has shown me the way.
If I’m good, in the evenings I watch my show.
I try to be good but it’s not easy you know.
I’m enjoying the show and all my books too.
Time for a story so I bid you adieu.