Thinking Inside the Box

On my way home from school one day
I saw a cardboard box
It was big and it was brown
With yellow polka dots.

As I got nearer to the box
I heard a funny sound
It couldn't have come from inside
But there was nothing else around.

The flaps were closed on the top
But I opened them with ease
I wanted to take a closer look
To see what the sound could be.

When I stood up on my tippy toes
And leaned to see inside
I lost my balance and fell into
A real neat place to hide.

Four sides of cardboard in the box
Nothing else to see
But with my imagination
My thoughts went endlessly.

This box could be a spaceship
That would take me to the moon
Or it could be the makings of
A butterfly's cocoon.

Maybe, it could be a merchant ship
That sails upon the sea
Or a jeep in the outback
Going on a big safari.

It could be so many things
My imagination's lost
And so I'm just here sitting
With aimless thoughts inside the box.