There once was a piglet called LuLu,
who lived in a world made of clue-clue,
you opened a box,
no key, just some locks,
and out popped a plush little “who-are-you.”
From Cici’s soft sketchbook creation,
came joy in blind-box anticipation,
each figure concealed,
until finally revealed,
a small pinky friend for rotation.
At Toyzeroplus shelves in a row,
they waited for hands down below,
with secrets inside,
and no way to guide
which version your opening would show.
In shops where the collectors would roam,
LuLu felt oddly like home,
a pig made of cheer,
appearing each year,
where surprise was its whole lasting poem.