Smiling Girls, Rosy Boys/ Toy Maker
There was once an old toy maker
Who would make the most intricate toys
Though he would just humbly nod
To all the smiling girls and rosy boys
Who had come to view his wares
There eyes blinded by many joys
I want this, I want that
They would all say
Touching and buying
Not knowing toys could play
Taking them home with happy thoughts
Not realizing that they had yet to pay
Once alone the toys would grin
Running around their new home
Creating much mischief within
Destroying things as they roam
The children are blamed for this
Then forced to horribly atone
A belt, a spanking would come
As the kids pleaded I didn’t do it
No one would believe the kids you see
Just the toys laughing at their fit
Till the parents took the toys away
While the children were forced to sit
The toys waited for the parents to sleep
Then would quietly climb onto their bed
Never making more than a peep
The parents would never dread
For they would feel a blade across their throat
And in the morning be found dead.
