Wish Box

I got some wood, carefully selected Hinges too, as bright as can be Bought a lock, so just to protect it Built then a box, meant just for me Upon the top, beautifully engraved I wrote my name in legible script I placed in it, all thoughts enslaved And everything else that I saw fit When I am then to have it opened One may expect diamonds and jewels But treasures exist in the heart of men That make other men just look like fools For in my box I placed my visions There, too, I’ve placed all of my dreams In fact, within, are all my provisions With wants, desires and all of my schemes My wish box, yes, appropriately called Exists for me and for me alone To make this, I can teach you all Then you can have one to call your own