When David was a little boy and wrote about the birds,
We had a wooden box kept full of big, big words.
If David thought of writing ‘bout the buzzing of the bees,
We’d let him use the word box if he just said “Please.”

But being quite a naughty boy he thought he’s sneak a look
In this very precious word-box and some special words he took.
He put them in a poem, called it “Belly Button Stew.”
Then he went into the garden, finding something else to do.

But being very careless he forgot to close the lid,
And he slammed the door behind him, never knowing what he did.
The words were all ecstatic, and they sneaked away to hide,
So when I looked into the box, no words were left inside!

I couldn’t write my poems; there were no words in my head!
My wife said, “It’s so easy, use the diction’ry instead!”
I tried! I really tried to write my verses from that book,
But I couldn’t do without the special words he took!

The words he lost were special; I’d collected them for years,
And realizing what he’d done his eyes were filled with tears!
Now I’m searching in the corners, under carpets, in the drain,
And when I find the words he lost, I’ll fill my box again!

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