The Music Box

Sweet lullaby, sleepy little head

Pillowed inside Grandma's bed.

Ivory inlaid music box,

Promised, cherished heirloom.

Silver coins inside; used to

hide in pudding spoons.

'Only spend them if you're starving',

'I'd rather die' I said.

Sweet lullaby, sleepy little head

Pillowed inside Grandma's bed.

Ancestors dead and gone,

Promised box lives on.

Pudding, precious coins

Tempt betrayer of my loins;

He pissed them all

Against the wall.

Up against the wall went

Faith and hope, argument

Was useless, nothing to it

But to reconstrue it.

Coins are dead and gone

But the music box lives on.

Sweet lullaby, sleepy little head,

Pillowed inside my own bed.