You are Pandora, curious and fool,
Who had to guard a box as you thought fit
And our life was beautiful and cool,
When you did not intend to open it.
And yet, one day, your sharp and greedy eye
Wanted to look inside for jewels and rings,
But when you opened it began to fly
Around our heads a lot of ugly things.
That's why we hurried out into the world
To look for them, to search them with our gaze,
Yet we were hit by the strong wind that swirled
And wiped away our nice and sunny days.
Too bad you had a mean and lousy scope,
Now in the box is only the poor hope.