If you see a man in a big blue box,
Run away and lock your locks.
For trouble follows that big blue box.
In that box are glorious things,
And that box flies, as if on wings,
For into trouble flies that big, blue box.
Bad things live out in the stars,
Pepper-pots and men with silver hearts.
They trouble and plague that big blue box.
In that box, there is a man,
And he's lost more than most can,
To the troubles that plague that big blue box.
If you see a man in a big blue box,
Run away and lock your locks.
For trouble follows that big blue box.