It was an old tool box
locked up with treasures inside
Padlocks and chains
Thick sheet metal
You can't get inside
Many fine things sit inside
Waiting to see the light of the day
The light of someone's eyes
But the treasure is confined
All the onlooker has is imagination
For whatever's hidden inside
It may just be rusted tools
Not even usable anymore
But rumours are there's gold
Opals and gems
You can't break it open
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