Daddy's Gift Poem by Isaac Morris

Oh! Thou precious book
Thou art the richest treasure that my Dad ever had.
But thou art just a piece of paper
Stitch together with a thread and needle
Font with a lusty ink,
and bound with a mackintosh

My siblings see thee as a cowdung,
But thou art worth than a golden coin
My Dad never went to school
but he cherish thee than his precious wife
cause thou serves as his saving box
And store for eternal life
My secret lies in books!
My secret lies in books!

I was on my pyjamas in a cold winter night
My Dad said to me, Son,
Thou art my precious son
Thy gift is my precious book
I think he is right, and I said to my precious gift;
Thou art now my treasury
The mother of my great achievement
Cause me to glow like the multiple rainbow colors
As thou hast promised me in thou silent words
Giving out my pleasant sent to strengthen the weakest mind.
My secret lies in books!
My secret lies in book!

I feed on books like a wood termite
Each page of book I read, gives me all the peace of mind I need
I feel boost and I get stronger like the nations pillar
I got the lift and I swing my feet
Like I wore a new pair of shoe
I live like moon
My source is sun
My mind is soaked
In thy mystery ink
My secret lies in books!
My secret lies in books!