A toy, I cry for one to play
One with sound, merry and gay
Take mamma’s spoons and her pots
Cling clang, cling clang, it go lots.
Vibrant toy when has to be
Like a rainbow I do see
I grab my granny’s scarf, woolen
And be a lamb that’s hidden.
‘Riding toy’, when I do cry
On papa’s back, I go high
Papa elephant, trip I go
Laughing all the way we go.
When I need a plushy one
Papas’ pillow will be spun
I can hug it, tight and right
Off I sleep, lying on it.
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