Complainin' Jack

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.