When my great great grandmother passed away I was given a wooden box of what i assume was her old trinkets and photos. Then I instantly thought back to my sixth birthday when my grandmother gave me a small old key hanging from a piece or golden yarn, I always thought she had just tried to make a necklace for me but know i get it. Ever since i have kept in a small jewelry box that was almost identical to the one i received today but much smaller. Later that evening I arrived home and I thought that I may as well give the old rustic key a shot at this lock because I was dying to find out the boxes contents. I grabbed the key from the jewelry box I still keep on my vanity and walked over to the large wooden box with my shaking hands I inserted in the key, it fit. I took a deep breath and twisted the key, the small fragile lock popped open. I lifted the heavy lid open with the hinges creaking. inside was a manila folder with "Change the World" written in black sharpie on the front.
Open up the oven, Pop! Crank up the heat, Come on, Cook it up.
Wake up in the morning and the day begins Open oven's cooked for you so come on it. Make yourself at home tell me what you want We'll fix you something good, Cheer's to that!
Welcome to the over Hey you just walk in now Come on in and sit down You don't have to cook Welcome to the oven We'll serve it right up.