He wept
His torn legs sank
Under the pressure of his body
He slept.
He awoke
To a nightmare he spoke
"Why must you torture a poor bloke"
He cried and moped.
He was tired
He disliked that
So he hugged his torn legs
And vowed to get them back.
Though he was never a brave boy
He never gave up a chance at a toy
So you'll never see him upset for long
He'll always be back much more strong.
