Back In the Box

I’m in the box with A smile and a frill. The curl in my hair Falls right down my back. The smile runs so deep I never could frown. If I do, I’ll be ill Rather than bad, And take the pill to Get back in the box. The bird in the box That can never sing. The heart of the box Does so want to sing. The smile is so trite Like all of the frill, But when I try I get back in the box, And then feel so bad The curl won’t come back. I then take the pill So I don’t feel bad, And then I can smile And give up the frown. The box is so bad I’m locked in the frown. The bird wants to be free So she can sing. I feel so sad that The frill is so bad, I then take the pill To be free of the frill, That goes all the way To get the box back, And then I am glad To be back in the box. 12.03.19