In a glass box under a willow tree.
The DAMNED puppet wished itself free.
From the clutches of strings.
For the whisper of winds.
TICK.TOCK.TICK.TOCK.
the big clock strikes ahead.
The puppet rarely smiles.
With the frowns above his head.
Oh how i wish to be free
It screamed but no-one heard it.
But Beyond The Glass.
There came a lass who stared into One Eye.
She opened the case and took out the puppet.
Closed it harshly causing quite a racket.
She took him away and squeezed him tight.
Thus Ends the story of the Puppet.
