Once upon a time there was a little cockroach Her name was Betina She lived behind a bookshelf And found a little golden box Inside the box there was a note Whoever finds this little box Deserves a lovely feast So Betina made a choice I’ll only open up this box If I can find someone To share the feast with me She went out to the balcony singing Who wants to dine with Betina With a heart so full of love It’s a little box of happiness And soon everybody knew About Betina’s golden treasure The Beetle came in quite a hurry Talking only business and the land Mister Beetle, you’re too serious You won’t watch the sunset holding my hand Then the Grasshopper came along Carrying a little guitar But he only talked about himself No, this groom won’t get very far Then came the Library Mouse Wearing his finest tie He talked about the Brothers Grimm And recited poetry nearby He always had the time to talk They didn’t marry with a noisy party They made a friendship pact instead They would drink warm coffee together On rainy afternoons And only open up the little box When they wanted to laugh and smile And so Betina learned That the feast of life Is not made of expensive things And that the mystery of the little box Is made of rare and precious thing