A little box of lacquered wood
Upon her dressing table stood,
Inside it gems and baubles hid
And magic when I upped the lid.
A tiny dancer waits for me
To cast a magic spell with key,
I turn it once, I turn it twice
And music fills the box so nice.
The dancer turns and spins around
Her feet enchanted on the ground,
The music starts to fade away
She'll dance again another day.
Aideen Donohue 2020
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