I noticed, there – between the books
high, beyond curious cats -
A wooden box I’d never seen
The damn things locked – Rats!
Who has the key, I’d like to know
What’s tucked away inside?
What’s so important it needs a lock?
What is there left to hide?
Maybe it’s a Gummy Bear
Perhaps it’s just a nickel -
Could be it’s the reason why
Feathers always tickle.
What’s locked inside this wooden box
A little heavy, could be rocks,
Smells not good – it might be socks
I think I’ll leave it there.
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