The Box

Poem By Debora Soramaki

One day there was a box
Delivered to our door,
Why was it there
Just sitting on the floor?
Soon the box was open
And we started to explore.
We took a peek inside
And we heard this awful roar!
The tiger wanted out
So we closed the upper lid,
The box became a store.
Gee, it's fun being a kid.

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