Reading 126, from Pete Seeger

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.

Pete Seeger

My notes:

Tonight I had gone partying. The disc lights were flickering and my wife and I had a cool dance…and since we two are teetotalers, we stood slightly apart from the dance-crowd…and this great song came to my mind even when hot numbers were playing…we all, you and I, are just so many little boxes…frightening, if one thinks of it.  Mr.  Daniel Bogert-O’Brien has pointed out to me that the writer of this lyric is Malvina Reynolds.

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