by Shel Silverstein
This morning my old jack-in-the-box
Popped out—and wouldn't get back-in-the-box.
He cried, "Hey, there's a tack-in-the-box,
And it's cutting me through and through.
"There also is a crack-in-the-box,
And I never find a snack-in-the-box,
And sometimes I hear a quack-in-the-box,
'Cause a duck lives in here too."
Complain, complain is all he did—
I finally had to close the lid.