The Magic Box I will put into the box The sound of bongo drums played by an Indian king, A piece of Albert Einstein's hair taken from the grasp of a gorilla, Fire from a volcano that is as cold as ice. The pupil of an eyeball that squirts out acid, A bolt of lightning from a tornado , A fried ear from a magicians rabbit. My box is As small as a baby, As purple as paint, And as silver as a shiny key. With diamonds and pearls, And as soft as a bunny’s fur. Fashioned with bronze, gold and bones, You need our fingerprint, To get to our treasure. When opened, it plays a song. If you get into our box, You get sucked in the keyhole, But maybe you’ll get it wrong . Adam and Sean L