Pretty Little Puppets
What we plant, we must maintain. Help it to grow so that it will not be overtaken and destroyed by the enemy.
Showcased this evening....
are beauties in despair!
Their eyes glow like head lights...
but their strings need repaired!
Welcome to the marionette,
where you see the pretty dolls dance.
They follow their master,
put the audience in a trance!
These pretty little puppets...
they sing,
they smile,
they may do a skit....
but oh, don’t get to close!
In your face they may spit!
They work for free,
carved from the “cedar tree”,
hair painted with dyes,
cheeks rosed with berries.
I reckon their places were not meant for a stage,
but that dirty master robbed them,
threatened to set them ablaze.
So they move with smiles,
that have been engraved,
while onlookers hoot and holler,
like they’re in a parade.
Those pretty little puppets,
were not meant for a show,
but un-watered roots....
are no good,
they don’t grow.
