The toy maker was a lonely man
who wished for a child of his own.
For the children that came into his shop
only reminded him that he was alone.
And so each night when he sat and carved
he wished and wished for one to be shown.

One night while he was sleeping
the magic from the moon came down
and landed in a puppets chest-
whose eyes opened and looked around.
Up the wooden puppet got, dancing round the room
and the toy makers laughter could be heard all over town.

He sold his coat to send his wooden boy to school.
But on the way the boy ran off, to see a circus show.
He sat and watch the lions jump and clowns jump high
but his smiled faded with the cries of other puppets with spirits low.
So he thought and planned and planned, to get the puppets out
for the man he called his father would look after them, he'd know.

So late one night, he crept out
and stole the broken toys.
But their cries and broken cages
make far to much noise.
And though the other puppets escaped
he was trapped by a man with a grin of joy.

Shut up, locked up from night and day
the wooden puppet was taken piece by piece
knowing he would never see his father again,
he screamed and shouted to be released
but nothing worked, and for firewood he was used
until his little wooden heart did cease.

A year later, under another magic moon
there was a knock on the toy makers door.
He and the puppets rushed to open it
and what they saw made him fall to the floor.
Standing there, in flesh, not wood, was the child the toy maker loved
and in the stop they lived and loved, in peace, for ever more.

The End

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