My darling little librarian,
Take off your glasses that I might see
The transformation of your dull face
Into one of exceeding beauty.

My darling little librarian,
Take your flaxen hair down from its bun
That you might look more like a woman
And ten times less like an austere nun.

My darling little librarian,
Give your liberated hair a shake,
So that they might cascade in tresses
Which cause me my reason to forsake.

My darling little librarian,
Change that drab brown dress for comfy clothes
That make you seem warm and inviting,
Instead of full of woes with each pose.

My darling little librarian,
I know you looked dull to quell desire,
But now your beauty’s fully revealed.
Come, let’s read cuddled up by the fire.