Lyrics:

I am a queen of the circulating library
I have declared an amnesty
All books may be returned without a penalty
Return the books to me

Return the books
Don't burn the books
You cut down the trees to make paper disease

It's in the trees: it's coming

Return the book of knowledge
Return the marble index
File under 'Paradox'

The forest is a college, each tree a university

I am a queen of the circulating library
I'm here to answer your enquiry

All knowledge resides within me

Your membership has expired
You are way past expiry dates

Words, words, words, words!
You may as well listen to the birds