Meggie and the box

Meggie: Hm, Mo! What is this mysterious object that just sits on the ground in a rectangular shape?

Mo: Why Meggie, this little rectangular object is a box.

Meggie: Mo, what do you do with, um, a box?

Mo: You put things in the box!

Meggie: Can I go in the box?

Mo: Why of course you can go into the box!

Meggie: But Mo, what is I don't fit inside the box?

Mo: Then you may not go inside the box Meggie.

Meggie: Don't be silly Mo! Why would you even think of something silly like me not fitting into the box?

Mo: Wait, yes why would I think about something silly like that?

Meggie: That is because you are silly Mo, it is time for me to go inside the box!

(Meggie tries to hope in box but doesn't succeed)

Mo: Meggie! You don't fit inside the box!

Elinor: I once knew a turban lady whose fortune was so! She courted a book a young little book. She courted him dearly by night and by day, until this young book, he sailed miles away!

Meggie: Ok…

Elinor: But if I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing! I would follow the ship that my true love sailed in!

Mo: And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest, like an eagle I'd fly on his lily whit breast!