A marionette on a string.
That's what I am.
I sing and dance, laugh and cry,
All for your delight.
I'm made of fine maple,
Painted with natural dyes.
I have sapphires for eyes,
And silk for my clothes.
I'll bring you joy and laughter,
Even though you hate me.
For that's all that I'm here for,
To bring you euphoria and more.
The day will come, when I've no more value.
Little more than a flexible piece of wood.
You'll cast me aside, like a dirty old rag,
And I'll sit and wait for my time again.
As time goes by my body will rot.
My clothes will be eaten by moths,
And my colour will fade.
But my eyes with tears, will sparkle forever.