The Music Box
It was a little box
With eight corners and six sides,
But when you turned the key in back
It sang out lullabies.
The tunes it played were so sweet
It was desired in all the land,
So the owner of the little box
Kept it in his hand.
The little box would sing all night
Until a string broke one day.
And then the little box
Simply refused to play.
But the owner of that little box
Loved it all the same
And fixed up his music box
So it would play again.
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