Whose boxes these are I do not know.
They must have died long ago.
They will not mind me looking through
Their papers covered all in mold.
My finding aid is very queer.
We're using MPLP here.
My only thought is that it'll help
Researchers find out what is clear.
I give the moldy page a shake
And ask if there is some mistake.
I hope I do not breathe too much
Of each and every deadly flake
The boxes are dusty, dark and deep.
But I have to decide which ones to keep
And miles to sort before I sleep,
And miles to sort before I sleep.