This is about children's books, called Juveniles.
The dragons, the scale-tailed dragons have gone away.
And the sea serpents no longer play.
Now in the pages we turn is the engine that could,
the real little stove that will burn.
Is there no moral wrath to prick up the child?
Are there no pitfalls?
In this land, function beguiles and says,
now we are all quite good.
The wild is tamed.
See how the derrick smiles?
Come, shake his hand.