Inside the Box
My life is as common as socks
My head feels like it’s filled with rocks
So quickly fooled by tricky fox
Inside the box, inside the box
The box’s sides are tall and steep
How did I get in this far deep?
At times it makes me want to weep
Upslope I creep, upslope I creep
At last I reach bright blue fresh air
Adventure, I will take my share
Inside the box, there’s nothing there
I do declare, I do declare
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