Toy Song

I'm just a rubber-band flight machine
A rocking-horse winner on runners of wood
I'm just a rabbit in velveteen
An animate toy with a heart but no blood.

Wrap me in red and green cellophane
Under the tree at the top of the heap
Sad is the present that no-one claims
Just give me a try, I can be yours to keep.

Tear off the paper, uncover me
Wind me all up and let me run around
Clap as I tumble down giddily
It's a wonderful life til my mainspring runs down.

Tired of playing, they toss me aside
My paint is discolored, my gears are all stripped
Unwanted toys commit suicide
By starving like songbirds whose wings have been clipped.

I was a world-war flying ace
Secretariat winning the old Triple Crown
Now I remember the glory days
and wish that my mainspring had never run down.

So wrap me in red and green cellophane
Under the tree at the top of the heap
Sad is the present that no-one claims
Sadder the toy that a child won't keep.

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