No matter how large the key,
Or strong the bolt I would try so hard -
'Twould open, I know, for me.
Then over the land and sea broadcast
I'd scatter the smiles to play,
That the children's faces might hold them fast
For many and many a day.
If I knew the box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet,
I would gather them every one
From the nursery, school or street,
Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in
And turning the monster key,
I'd hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea. "
Anon
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