MISFIT TOYS ISLAND FABLE
Alone and Separated
Far from a Child’s touch
Divided in much
A bus with square wheels and not round
A Passenger train with no steam engine pull
A flying Eel
A rewrite Reel
All the above are Misfit toys
Needing the joy from every Girl and Boy
They are stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere
It’s up to Santa to bring the care
The Misfit Toys have nowhere to go
A change needs to be a flow
Misfit Toys cry out to the world they deserve a home
A place where a Child and Misfits can roam
Misfit toys must be seen from a different angle
It’s up to the child
Being enjoyment while
Misfit Toys for Christmas and any season
Imagine, a Misfit Toy hand held by a loving child
That is the true meaning of giving.
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