Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes
Little boxes
Little boxes all the same

There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses all go to the university
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers
And business executives

And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university

And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family

And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
There’s a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

(Song written by Malvina Reynolds)

Image of houses in Daly City, California by Thomas Hawk on Flickr.com

I remember seeing the houses on the hillside in Daly City and my father told me about the song. The prompt ‘boxes’ brought this song to mind.

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This note is for FOWC with Fandango, prompt word ‘boxes.’