Where's my toy gone?
Mobil mobilan from orange peel
Horses horse from banana stem
Either way to go
Now it's hard to tell the difference
Where toys are real
All are expensive
All must be purchased at the heart shop
Forgive the price of toys now
Some are worth the salary of the minister
made of plastic or iron
Just for the prestige of a baby boy
No more creative boys
All is available
They become whiny and spoiled
The clarity of his brain was gone
Where's my old toy?
I want to see the shape
I want to remember her name
Who was once familiar with life