To our dear friend Sydney, an apology!

I once forgot the secrets and the magic you hold.

A million words on sociology,

A million words on history wanting to be re-told.

As first years you are a novelty…new,

Shining, fabled, to be only whispered in hallowed voice.

As second years, we think your time is through.

It is in third year, I regret we left you, a bad choice.

Now let the voice of a million books ring out

And throw off the dust jacket and let us dive in