There is a place filled with so many books

You see a story everywhere you look

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

There are books that tell tall tales

About seas filled with pirates and whales

Brave warriors venture on a quest

Fight the battles and face a final test

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

There are books with creatures of the night

With Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves that fight

The gifted children in the gloom

Seem to forever face certain doom

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

There are books filled with cases

That have theories with blank spaces

With mysteries of murder to solve

That detectives work to resolve

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

There are books full of high-tech wonder

With things so advanced they make you ponder

Great accomplishments that scientists can only hope for

Are shrink rays and aliens that could make us done for

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

There are books hiding things in trunks

Monsters that can tear you into chunks

Horrors beyond your scariest dreams

Things not wanted to be seen filled to the seams

I search and search the shelves I see

But I do not see a book for me

Why are all of the books that I see

Not the ones for me?

Mostly because I discovered

That I judge a book by its cover