I quote here the words of "Little Boxes" by Malvina Reynolds . I do because I asked (in exasperation?) From the daily harassment of Gianluca Nicoletti , well known radio host whose transmission morning opens with this song of 1962 in which dogs and pigs have the meanings ascribed more arbitrary, and the merit of being the first true song I've ever blown the wind early in conflict.

The most folkloric transmission Nicoletti - aired from Monday to Friday on Radio 24 - the game is the fake massacre in which listeners and users of the blog "Melog" amuse themselves by their opposition to simulate the conductor, showing playful aversion Instead all their affection for the brilliant creator of the Golem . Fake game at the massacre which seems obvious to me, I too join me with the publication of this post.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And They All play on the golf course,
Their dry martini and drink,
And They all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And They all get put in boxes
And They All come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

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