My strings, they are fastened to each of my tiny wrists
I dance and I turn and they twist and they twist
Pulling me, pushing me, spinning me around
A crumpled up mess as I then hit the ground.
Back again, up again
dance puppet dance
know you control me , I don’t stand a chance
you show no emotion and I show you no soul
but I never worry about growing old.
You may twist me and turn me and spin me about
but a hell-storm is coming once I get loose
I’ll be taking my strings and fashioning your noose.
I’ll wait until you slumber and slip it round your neck
I’ll fasten it securely and hang you from the deck.
You really should have thought this toy choice through more clearly.
Next time be very careful of the play things that you chose
You’ll always be regretting the day you’re Marionette got loose.