Man In the Box

There’s a man in a box they told us that day Come down by the park. He cannot get away! We can hear him silently screaming, And snoring, so he may be also dreaming We all ran down there with a picnic lunch Most of us feeling we knew him, a hunch. We all sat around and sang a sorrowful song The box did not move, though we were there real long We had a campfire and ate sickening sweet s’mores We partied that day like Baskerville whores But we never saw the box move or heard a man So we packed it all up and smoked joints and we ran