Boxes

Hope this gives you an idea of what we did this weekend...

Boxes, boxes everywhere; in the bedrooms on the stairs
Boxes don't just fill themselves; it's too bad - we'd have no cares.
To the tune of "Rain is Falling"

I looked in the garage and what did I see? Boxes stacked from the floor to the ceiling.
Packing boxes is a nice surprise! I've found things from nineteen ninety-five.
Yearbooks and letters, a teddy bear or two; lots of things need to be sorted through
I wish it wasn't so, but it seems to be, packing boxes is a lot of work for me.
To the tune of "Popcorn Popping"

Oh where is my mixer? Oh where is my mixer?
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is my mixer?
To the tune of "Oh where is my hairbrush".
*This question did result in the purchase of my very own mixer after a severe smoothie craving*