Light a candle, turn the handle
I might leap before too long
burst through the lid, perform some glib-light
bouncing bardish, bawdry song;
peel off my undies, perform sundries
that would make old sailors blush
but every round, you push me down
grinding that old tune too much.
Telephone rings, I feel springs
inside my coils start tightening
A little thump, and out I jump
at dizzy speeds most frightening.
When I'm excited, you're delighted
that I'm stuck inside this box.
You don't need me, you're just greedy...
guess it's time to buy a lock.