My Magic Toy

My Magic Toy

My Soldier is a magic toy,
He wakes up in the night,
Parading through the wooden town,
Quick-marching left and right.

He kisses Dolly Daisy's hand
And makes her cheeks go red,
Then goes back to his marching band
While I am in my bed.

He sits my Teddies in a row
To teach them ABC,
With rhymes and counting, so they know
How many beans make three.

He drives my clockwork trucks and cars
And cranks my wind-up crane,
Then rattles round the nursery
Aboard my big red train.

I love my magic Soldier Man
And know he likes to play,
But he's back there on my divan
When I get up each day.

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