There is a book seller
He’s roaming around the country
Selling every kind of book.
He could sell, any
He has a giant bag
He takes books from it
Reads them for you
You can buy them or not
But you always do
Cause he is just the best wandering book seller
Of the entire world.
Once
He sold a book to a tree
The book was not made of paper
Of course
But made of light
And it contained only two words
No
Two letters
Α
and
Ω.