I Have a Box

I’ve got a giant mahogany box,
A giant and excellent wooden-box box,
The finest in all of the wooden-box land,
The things inside can be seen firsthand.

If you want to know what is inside the box,
The beautiful wonderful wooden-box box,
If you want to hear all the things that I say,
You’ll have to come back on another fine day.

So you came back! What a pleasant surprise.
What is inside the box you will see with your eyes!
Inside the wooden-box box you can see,
A cardboard-box box, all belonging to me.

I’ve got an amiable taupe cardboard box,
A glorious glamourous cardboard-box box.
It’s not quite the size of a flat-screen tv,
But not quite as small as a spider, you see.

If you’d like to see what is inside this box,
This strange and mysterious cardboard-box box,
If you’d like to see inside the box you may,
As long as you come back another fine day.

So you’ve come back! Time to look for the thing,
That’s in the cardboard-box box, tied up with string,
When you look inside, I am sure you will find,
A small-looking glass-box box, if you don’t mind.

I’ve got a pretty and blue glass-box box,
A delicate, cerulean glass-box box,
It’s smaller than a five-year old’s outstretched hand,
But not quite as small as a one grain of sand.

If you are confused as to what’s in this box,
The peculiar, chiseled, sky-blue glass-box box,
If you want to chase your curiosity away,
You’ll have to come back on another fine day.

Again you’ve come back! It’s time for you to see,
What’s in the glass box, that still belongs to me,
Inside the glass-box box, I’m really quite sure,
There’s a paper-box box, that’s much smaller than you’re.

I’ve got a marvelous paper-box box,
A tiny and thin and slight paper-box box.
It’s bigger than hairs from the beard of a louse,
But it’s smaller than boards from a Lilliput house.

If you’d like to know if there’s anything there,
In the confines of this box as small as a hair,
If you’d like to hear all the things that I say,
You’ll have to come back on another fine day.

And you’re back again! On this beautiful day,
And you’re back just to hear all the things that I say.
Inside the paper-box box, you will find,
An invisible-box box, if you’d be so kind.

I’ve got a little invisible-box box.
I believe it’s the only invisible-box box.
It’s minuscule; only as big as a mite
That lurks in your pillows in the darkest of nights.

If you want to know what is inside this box,
This mite-sized gossamer invisible-box box,
I won’t make you wait for another fine day,
I’ll tell you right now, here is what I will say:

Inside the little invisible-box box, 
Inside the wood, cardboard, glass, and paper-box box,
There’s nothing that’s short, and there’s nothing that’s tall,
I’ll tell you right now: it holds nothing at all.