Wind-up Toy

Do you think I’m your little wind-up toy?

Winding me up when you want to play

A huge smile painted on my tiny tin face

My mechanical legs are marching

To the beat of your little drums

Left right, left right

Do I seem animated to you?

Turn my key and let’s find out

My arms swing with rapid staccato

My plastered smile grins grimly

Left right, left right

When my spring is wound down

You fold me up and pack me away

In my little handcrafted blackwood box

Till the next time you need my legs to march

Left right, left right

While you sleep, I crawl out of my handcrafted blackwood box

I kiss you with my painted blood-red smile

Before I take all your memories

Walking away from your ruin

With my little mechanical legs pumping

Left right, left right.