the dybbuk box
There's a Dybbuk in the box
It's lurking, it's spherical
Ghostly, more like aerial
Even atmospherical
Can it be defeated, can it be stopped?
Growing weary, unsteady
Rising, I wasn't ready
Who's his Daddy?
Itching, poking
Fear provoking
Watching the clocks
Stop again and hoping
Taking a look in the box
That it was joking