I once had a jewel box that was given to me
But before it would open you turned a gold key,
Then a melody played as you opened it wide,
And a figure appeared standing upright with pride.
Such beauty bestowed on that ballerina's face,
Adorning her Tu. Tu. of pretty pink lace,
Her eyes shone like sapphires as blue as the sea,
Pirouetting on tiptoe, she's danced just for me.
Whilst the melody played, how perfect the sound?
My sweet ballerina turned around and around,
No diamonds or rubies were inside my box,
Just my ballerina with the blonde curly locks.
No need for jewelry, not silver or gold,
For the melody brought me the treasures I hold,
Fine memories are priceless and stay in your heart,
Memories are precious and will never part.
No need for riches, like bracelets and rings,
Just box full of pleasure and the joy that it brings.
