Magic Toys
Have you ever really wondered
What goes on when children sleep?
All cuddled up inside their beds
And having dreams so sweet?
Through a room that’s softly darkened
Did you perhaps peek in and see
Distant movements in the shadows
And wonder what it could be
And did what you see surprise you
Dancing dolls and teddy bears
Toy soldiers all stanced for battle
Micky Mouse rocking his chair
Was that slinky doggie moving towards
The closet in the room
To have fun with his good buddy
That big overstuffed baboon?
Was that Raggedy Ann and Andy
Gently hugging your sweet child
As he lay there soundly sleeping
In his sweet angel like style?
Now you’re really in amazement
Are you seeing what you see?
Can the toys a child loves so much
In darkness move and breathe?
Perhaps we’ll never really know the answer to this question
For if they do,
They try it seems to have a private session.
Although you may be grown and think you’ve outgrown childish things
Your inner child is still alive, relish the joy it brings.
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