I cherish a pretty little box
Not because of colour or fancy design
For it never matters what kind
All is great once there’s food stuffs in it

Depending on what’s in yours
You wear smiles or wear frowns
The selfish open theirs only in hidden areas
But the generous are given crowns
by hungry friends and teachers at times

I cherish the Lunchbox
For it is the box of boxes
You’re not wrong to call it the boss’s favourite
For the refreshment it brings you can’t underrate

It doesn’t matter just about size
We care also about the spice
Not just if it’s stomach-satisfying
Also if it’s tongue-desiring

The box is good
For in it is what we love, food
If you don’t have a lunchbox
Ride on someone else and call them boss