I once had a matchbox
I kept a bee inside
It buzzed all day within its cell
Then of course it died
Now I have a larger cell
Four stone walls - a door
Hinges locks and a key
What is it all for?
To lock it up is joy to me
Even when its empty
And hear the hollow ring within
And stand outside - a sentry
To lock it up with you inside
Now there's a better thing
To slam the door and turn the key
I stand ever willing
Who's without and who's within
Is irrelevant to me
So long as I may stand without
And possess the key
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