Ah, let me tell you, it’s quite a sight,
A place where rare books are sold day and night.
Where dealers gather with books galore,
And readers come knocking at the book-laden door.
A bustling bazaar, with a twinkle and gleam,
Where old leather covers and gold edges beam.
The dealers, they huddle, with glints in their eyes,
Selling treasures from lands of old, under skies.
Books from the past, with stories untold,
Tales of adventure, of dragons, of gold.
Folks gather ‘round with smiles and a cheer,
As whispers of history echo so near.
There's an air of excitement, a magical feel,
Like every book's waiting for someone to steal—
Not with a robbery, no, not with a fight,
But with love and with joy, they find books of delight.
So if you adore books, and treasures that shine,
Come visit this place where old volumes align.
Where the past is alive in the pages you see,
A rare book dealer’s dream, a book lover’s spree!