Once there was a man who had all bad days
He hopped in a box and the box was all grey
The top was open, the bottom was too
He dangled there helpless by the laces of his shoes
Could he escape? Of course the man could!
But dangle he did for another's good
He wished he could run.
He prayed to be free.
But he thought himself, “ My family is depending on me!”
For every hour a fat cat would drop by
And give the man a dollar with an exasperated sigh
At the end of all things the man went home
He grew very sad and felt so alone
With a grey past and a grey tomorrow
The man lost all hope for his living days to follow.