there once was a puppet, who on the end of 4 strings
sat lonely in a cabinet, forgotten by kings
and queens who had once enjoyed its sweet act
but had called for a servant and ordered it packed
away. The poor lonely puppet blanketed by dust
sought after a companion, be it with or without rust
But, oh alas, and oh my, alack!
all the puppet knew was a sour old jack
in the box. and so dear puppet thought to himself
‘i shall cut my strings to get off this shelf’
and, doing so, he slunk to the floor
unfortunately, to move no more.