I went to Doctor Teddy Mc’Clue
he confirmed what I already knew
I am just a Green little toy
anatomically set as a boy.
Of course I am a lot shorter
and my parts are a bit smaller
but a boy I am through and through
with a heart that once flew true
I had all the tests a Claymation could get
and never once did I ever sweat.
You see a toy has no fluids to say
cause I am made entirely of clay.
None the less it couldn’t explain
my pillow’s watery morning stain
every night is always the same
I call to the ethers My Fairy’s name.
I think about our past adventures
right before I take out my dentures
I wonder what she is doing now
While praying to the mystical Tao
I asked the doctor if it’s possible for a toy to cry
he grumbles and says when pigs take to the sky.
"But My Pillow is wet and I have no reason why"
He shrugs his shoulders and says maybe it’s a sty