The Mystery Box

Mystery box, mystery box

What lies inside the mystery box

It could be anything

That’s guarded by its mystery lock

Perhaps a three headed fox

Or a pair of striped socks

Or an internet router by the company Cox

May lie inside the mystery box

It could be a small shoe

 A chopped-up canoe

Or an old wooden toy

That’s all painted blue

It might be a doll

A big rubber ball

Or a leaf that’s been lying there

All through the Fall

But that mystery key

Has been waiting for me

So I can open it

And finally see

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson