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
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