Eve said: 'Don't look into my private box.'
What in the world would her eight year old hide?
Was it something precious or a dead fox?
Over the box, there were numerous locks.
It had to be something she won't confide.
Eve said: 'Don't look into my private box.'
The mum was quite curious, was it rocks?
She wants to know, to open it she tried.
Was it something precious or a dead fox?
Hopefully, it wasn't Eve's smelly socks.
Probably something to do with Eve's pride.
Eve said: 'Don't look into my private box.'
Perhaps she conceals the prettiest frocks.
A white wedding-dress if she'd play the bride.
Was it something precious or a dead fox?
'Don't touch it!' Eve said, 'Inside I've bought stocks!'
What mum doesn't know was that Eve now lied.
Eve said: 'Don't look into my private box.'