• Oi! Give back the book
    To late the hands keep tearing
    To see what Jacob Black is wearing
    Oh ha ha if that's what ya think
    my books on the Brink
    'they scream at the sight
    Clearly shone in the bright light
    Quick think and grab the book
    Hide it in a nook
    Run run look how I go
    Only to be caught in an avalge of girls
    as thick as snow
    tumbled down
    book just out of reach
    I call to the friends
    They grab the book and it is safe
    Wow mobbed for Black
    Almost bagged in a sack