'Tis very dark in here,
in my papier-mâché prison.
No light yet to appear,
not even a glisten.

All alone in here,
in my confetti cage.
Wishing I could peer,
out into the new age.

But wait, sound appears,
outside the place where I am kept.
And now footsteps are drawing near,
coming towards the place where I have slept.

Suddenly there is fear,
for I am being moved.
Jostled about in here,
getting bumped and bruised.

Bump, thud, crash. Ouch!
now there is pain I feel.
I feel a place where the papier has a slouch,
and I think the confetti is starting to peel.

Debate whether or not to look around,
when a sliver of light comes through I see.
Follow it. Look up, left, right, but not down,
there is no way for me to get free.

Nothing. Silence once again,
here in my cardboard pouch.
The quiet is calming now and then,
after days of outside - Ouch!

Something hit me from outside,
and - Ouch! what is going on out there?
I wish I had a place to hide,
and someone who would care.

Instead I try to take a peek,
and what is this I see?
A small child with a large stick,
and he is using it to hit me!

Thud!Thud!Smack! Ouch!
suddenly I feel a crack.
Smack! Bang! Thud! Boom!
I feel the papier weaken at my back.

Bam! Smack! Bang! Stop!
this hurts too much for me to take!
Suddenly the light gets stronger at the top,
and my cardboard cage begins to shake.

Thud! Smack! Bang! Rip!
why are they doing this to me?
Wait, now my cage begins to tip!
and now...now I am free...