The hunt is a thing of great grandeur,
Corpses may have a surprise--
A beautiful box
With sparkly rocks!
Now that's sure a sight
for sore eyes!
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Oh, but it's all about boxes!
`Picker, I've got one more chest--
Let's open the lid
And see what it hid!
I'll tip you and squirrel
'way the rest.'
So when you meet the stray golem,
Or grey orc, or wandering gnoll,
The boxes may hide
Wondrous treasure inside--
Better yours than the loot
of the troll!
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Remember to always tip pickers,
Tip poppers, and bashers? them too!
The box that you find
Might just o'erwhelm your mind!
--Unopened, you've nary
a clue.
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There's great treasure found in some boxes,
Don't leave your prize in a ditch!
Locked box lying 'round?
Pick it up off the ground,
'Cause that's the way some
folks get rich!
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