I am a queen of the circulating librarynI have declared an amnestynAll books may be returned without a penaltynReturn the books to mennReturn the booksnDon't burn the booksnYou cut down the trees to make paper diseasennIt's in the trees: it's comingnnReturn the book of knowledgenReturn the marble indexnFile under ParadoxnnThe forest is a college, each tree a universitynnI am a queen of the circulating librarynI'm here to answer your enquirynnAll knowledge resides within mennYour membership has expirednYou are way past expiry datesnnWords, words, words, words!nYou may as well listen to the birds