A MUSIC BOX
I am a little music box,
Wound up and made to go,
And play my little living tune
The best way that I know.
If I am naughty, cross, or rude,
The music will go wrong,
My little works be tangled up
And spoil the pretty song.
I must be very sweet and good
And happy all the day,
And then the little music box
In tune will always play.