and stick him in a box
and put him in our closet
with an iron door that locks.
And then we’ll always have him,
and then he’ll always stay,
and we’ll only ever feed him
when he promises to play.
And if we ever let him out,
we’ll chain him to the floor,
and never let him meddle
with our barricaded door.
We’ll make him play our favorite games
And never set him free,
except perhaps at Christmas
when we’ll tie him to the tree.
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