Flying with the east wind,

Under the bright blue sky,

Came a pretty little bird,

Whose name was Woodpie.

She picked the tree ‘twas the best,

Collected the finest twigs,

Built the warmest nest,

And began to sing:

“All ye, Welcome to my home,

It’s called woodpie.com

Bring along the books that you’ve read

And wish to share.

Come along to see what your friends have

And you haven’t yet read.

Run through the shelves,

Explore far away worlds and mystic lands.

Pick the books that you like,

Read them and come back.

All ye, Welcome to my home,

It’s called woodpie.com”