Hunk of Plastic
When I was a little boy
There was one I called my favorite toy
Though I loved it, it wasn’t the real McCoy.
I got it in a trade with my friend Roy
Mommy it did annoy
When Dad stepped on it, I played coy
Though a hunk of plastic I found joy
With all my games I did employ
Against big monsters I did deploy
A box of firecrackers did destroy
I really miss that toy
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