English poem
_The "Collector"_
by John Kendrick Bangs (1862–1922)
I GOT a tome to-day, and I was glad to strike it, Because no other man can ever get one like it. 'Tis poor, and badly print; its meaning's Greek; But what of that? 'Tis mine, and it's unique. So Bah! to others, Men and brothers-- Bah! and likewise Pooh! I've got the best of you. Go sicken, die, and eke repine. That book you wanted--Gad! that's mine!