THE IMAGINATIONS OF A TINY BOY

Woodie was a young boy
He loved to play ball
He was three inches wide
And twelve inches tall
Woodsie was his friend
She was a pretty one
Woodie was in love with her
But his attentions she would shun
Once when she was prancing around
She fell inside the forest lake
And Woodie saved her life
Keeping his life at stake
Woodsie cried and cried
Large tears fell down from her cheeks
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
They were enough to fill creeks
When suddenly like a brave knight
I entered in the tragic place
I saved Woodie in a moment
I dabbed at the tears on Woodie’s face
Woodie and Woodsie lived happily ever after
But I was the hero of the day
For this is my puppet show
And the story always goes my way