A little boy from Queensland was crazy about Coke.
One day he got a prize.
One of the lids said he got a prize.
He went to the depot to pick it up.
It was a huge huge, really huge, box.
One day he got a prize.
One of the lids said he got a prize.
He went to the depot to pick it up.
It was a huge huge, really huge, box.
He had to open it.
He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it.
He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it.
He got home and his relatives all watched him unpacking: The first huge box was gone.
Now there was a slightly smaller box.
Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one.
He then unpacked.
One more box was gone but there was an even smaller box inside of that one.
He kept on unpacking.
Another box appeared.
Unpacked.
Another one.
He was now by the fifth box.
Still unpacking.
From size of a microwave's box to the size of a socks' box.
Still unpacking.
Tenth box.
Now it came one that looked like a ring's box.
It was the last box: Size of a ring.
He opens it.
Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence.
The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.
Now there was a slightly smaller box.
Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one.
He then unpacked.
One more box was gone but there was an even smaller box inside of that one.
He kept on unpacking.
Another box appeared.
Unpacked.
Another one.
He was now by the fifth box.
Still unpacking.
From size of a microwave's box to the size of a socks' box.
Still unpacking.
Tenth box.
Now it came one that looked like a ring's box.
It was the last box: Size of a ring.
He opens it.
Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence.
The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.
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