I will put in the box
The feeling of the sunny sparks touching my velvet skin
The swish of the rotten salty sea shivering across the Atlantic
And fire balls flow from the sky like shooting stars in the night

I will put in my box
Pieces of gorgeous glitter sprinkles and buttercream icing
The breeze through my hair and the smell of strong cider vinegar
running through my mind

I will put in my box
Crispy sand that rumbles its way across the beach
A grandad riding a pink BMX
And a little girl with a wooden walking stick

My box is fashioned from silver and steel
With hinges of chocolate fudge brownies
The lid is covered in big fluffy marshmallows

I fly high through Mount Everest in my box
Whilst gliding across the snow and I
Whistle quietly