It was deep, deep within the trees
Where there laid many, many keys
But not a map to say which to choose
Only there was one showing which to loose

Some of them lit in the dark
But other were found to be hidden beside bark
Which one was going to lead a good life?
Which one was going to end up with a knife?

As your fingers touch a key
There is only one thing you will see
The life that has been awaiting you
And remember to bring your goods with you too

This is where you get to be alone
Your true, true personal home
But if you want all the fame and glory
People will live to know your story