A box can be big, a box can be small But never must tilt, else box will sure fall To see thru the box, one must be awake Else one might just face, a bitter sweet taste
But what is a box â except some area of defined space Where must we place it â where could be that place
And with the big fright, he knew it not right So he looked to the sky, saw a bike flying by On the bike was a head, that was enormously red But to see the beyond, he must step in the pond
The box must not move, once it sits in the groove Firmly is set, and then comes the bet What next will to pass, is at best a big guess But the box does its job, and saves you a bob
Black boxes of seven â 37 of see thru So many boxes â oh crap and boo hoo So if I pick â must I pick just one The gauntlet is laid â the challenge begun A box on the out â a box within But where oh where shall that first box begin
With the "obvious" bet, many will fret Best than before, for now we have four J2 is willing, to make a few shilling RT is a fox, for the see thru box
Sons of 7 come first, or all else might burst But to see the S7, one must be in heaven When found it will show, with little surprise S7 was there, before all the eyes:eek:
Four you say â my goodness gracious The land far away must be so spacious Must placing box be so grand Or must it be on particular land I see once placed that it cannot move And a betâs outcome it canât improve But then of what of value do these boxes bring I would say a box is better any silly string For once defined one would surely know Otherwise your account would quickly blow