I look inside my magic box.
I stare at the pretty things I see,
I read the pretty things I find lying there,
I listen to the pretty sounds it makes.

It takes me wherever I want to go,
It tells me whatever I want to know.

It shows me things I have never seen,
It takes me places I have never been.

It brings me people I want to meet,
It has more food than I can ever eat.

It lets me speak what I want to say,
It brings me news through night and day.

I look inside my magic box.
I stare at the pretty things I see.
And when I want to touch and feel all these,
It just stares back at me.