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.