One Christmas morning,
As the wind ceased blowing..
An abandoned box was caught by the Watchful Eye
And never did it blink till its gloss ran dry.
Billy Boxfit he thought his name was, and since then
he's been watched in all things he does...
All may yearn, all may wonder, where did this box come from some may ponder
As one and all we may agree
Its beauty and grandeur depends on what the Watchful Eyes see.