Magic Box (September 3,1992)

There was an old man, who used to plough
All his field, planted and used to grow
And One fine day he became tired and low
To protect his field, so he made a scarecrow!

He named it Chris, 'The Great Crow Slayer'
He was happy, as if God answered his prayer
He made the scarecrow, A keen key player
Fixed it on the field, to protect his layer!

Chris started to rule field, day and night
Crows were scared away, even in daylight
He thought he should show, all his might
Even with butterflies, he started to fight!

Chris assumed himself as everyone's king!
'I'm the best, and I'll control all living,
No more butterflies! Nor birds should sing
I will command, because I know everything! '

Everyone got scared, at Chris' loud voice!
No one dared to move nor to make a small noise!
Wind did not speak, sun was afraid to rise!
All obliged! Coz none was left with a choice!

A cute small Jack Rabbit was hopping by
Chris saw him, anger rushed in his eye!
'I ordered! Be silent! you shouldn't sigh!
Don't act smart! You must listen and comply! '

Poor rabbit used to play once in a week
Now that got ruined by this control freak
But slowly he gained the courage to speak
He told Chris 'Please don't suppress the weak'