(set to the tune of such great heights, a cover by iron and wine)

and now, as our box house open its doors to the rest of the world, let me take the time to remind you of why exactly it is that we have moved here, and why exactly it is that we want the rest of the world to join us.

in our simple little box, we only live by one rule. it is silly but essential to our new way of living, and please, don't point fingers or toes or noses our way unless you are ready to have fingers and toes and noses coming back like vines, twisting and gripping your vessels until you are ready to comply. our rule goes like this:

"please do not talk loudly as the stuffies are sleeping. they are so young, such tiny little bunnies and moocows and koala bears. and they are ready to go out into the world, to make certain little boys and girls happy, comforting them as they drift into an unknown sleep."

for they need to grow, and see the world just like you and i do. for in each little stuffy there is a genuine heart which cannot be corrupted like so many human hearts. it is in this way that we envy them, but it is in this way we are different.

and let us explore endlessly, for that is what we were meant to do! to laugh and drink out of our little tea cups, to nap in the afternoon, and play in the evening. let's climb those ominous mountaintops together and forget all about what's below. for if we keep looking up without EVER having to feel the need to look down there, we will finally be at peace. and when we get all the way up there and we won't know what to do, we will grab our favorite stuffy and hug them, because they will understand this crazy sort of love-type feeling that we feel up here. a cloud will be playing the piano softly, and though he doesn't have a tip jar, you can always kiss him on his soft spot, for of course, he is all soft spot.

and when did we forget such simplicity? along the way or before it happened?