In a cardboard forest, where the tape winds play, Lived a little woodchuck, just passing the day. With a bubble wrap burrow, so cozy and snug, He’s a packaging critter, Mr. Woodchuck.
How much tape could a woodchuck use, if a woodchuck could choose his packaging clues? He’d wrap up his nuts in a bubble wrap dream, in a world of cardboard, where it’s not what it seems.
He’d slide down the tubes of a shipping delight, With a Styrofoam hat, oh, what a sight! In a peanut-filled parcel, he’d dance with glee, Our woodchuck friend, the shipping devotee.
How much tape could a woodchuck use, if a woodchuck could choose his packaging clues? He’d soar in a box on a shipping stream, in a world of cardboard, where it’s not what it seems.
With peanuts and foam, he’d craft a fort, A packaging palace, his favorite resort. He’d slide down the hills of bubble wrap mounds, in a world of shipping, where joy abounds.
In a bubble wrap meadow, he’d roll and play, Packing peanuts around, in a joyful display. With a tape dispenser crown, he’d be the king, Of the packaging forest, where woodchucks sing.
How much tape could a woodchuck use, if a woodchuck could choose his packaging clues? He’d wander through parcels, a woodchuck supreme, in a world of cardboard, where it’s not what it seems.
So, here’s to our woodchuck, the packaging pro, in a world of shipments, where dreams tend to grow. With bubble wrap laughter and tape-covered dreams, In the packaging wonderland, where joy redeems.
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