The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Little Wooden Puppet

If I were a real boy,
All the things I'd do,
I wouldn't lie to people,
I'd laugh at funny things,
and feel great most of the time,

And when I got sad,
For some good reason,
When my friends asked me,
What was wrong,
I'd be able to explain it easily.
And I'd soon get over it,

I'd walk down the street,
And I wouldn't hear anything in my head,
Just the sound of distant cars.
I'd use knives just for eating with.

And at night, I'd go to bed,
And go to sleep.
And I wouldn't dream about anything.
Nothing much anyway.
Every-night.

I'd love being me.
I wouldn't feel guilty,
I wouldn't feel bad,
I wouldn't hurt anyone,
I would be such a great person.
If I were a real boy.

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