The Desk Attendant
See the gleeful Desk Attendants ever dealing While they can
The un-inspected canned beef of the intellect of man;
Dealing out the brains of sages and the poet’s heart divine
(Receiving for said poet’s heart ofttimes a two-cent fine);
Serene amid the tumult for new novels manifold, —
For new novels out this afternoon but thirty minutes old;—
Calm and cool amid the tumult see the Desk Attendant stand
With contentment on her features and a date stamp in her hand.
As they feed beasts at the circus to appease their hungering rage,
So she throws this man a poets and she drops that man a sage,
And her wild beasts growl in fury when they do not like her meat,__
When the sage is tough and fibrous and the bard not over-sweet:
And some retire in frenzy, lashing wrathfully about,
When the intellecutal spare-rib that they most affect is out.
But she feeds ‘em, and she leads ‘em and beguiles ‘em with sweet guile,
And wounds ‘em with her two-cent fine and heals ‘em with her smile.
Oh, the gleesome Desk Attendant — who shall estimate her glee?
Get some mightier — ‘tis a theme two big for me!
Sam Walter Foss “The Song of The Librarian”