Most Precious Gift

I ordered, one day, a cheery little music box It arrived, and my husband wasn't too fond It was the most darling music box I'd ever seen Its peach body making rhythmic sounds, a glass swan atop, sitting like a queen Sweet and soothing, it filled the house with joy Each day, grew more fond, as I played with my little toy Unbeaten its voice, dances like magic, its movement graceful and swift Never bored, never tired it made me, my most precious gift I dropped it, one day, the swan's wings, they broke a little It continued to work just fine, save for the occasional fiddle I kept it by my bedside, as it played all the sweet tones I admired I let it play and play and play until I got annoyingly tired Its music was hell to ears, its magic, now impaired The gift we got was defective, how do I get this replaced or repaired? Alas, frustrated, my husband and I buried it in the backyard Yet its music dare not stop, night after nights as its screams catch us off guard Burying couldn't get it rid, so we burned it until the music stops Screeching and screaming, the petty music box, we left its glass body to rot A gift was just a gift after all, replaceable, fleeting Slowly and slowly, the music died down, its heart no longer beating My most precious gift, whose departure had left us haunted My child was a gift to me, just not the one I wanted