Dance on the string, my wooden thing,
Dance for them all to see,
See how she leaps with such vibrancy,
how she bounds so effortlessly?
I have molded you into a perfect thing,
you have my will and my thoughts,
And now they are ready to watch you perform, and you will ready or not.
They love you when you are obedient,
they'll worship you if your good,
They eat up every word you say when you repeat everything like you should.
See how they think you're smart,
see how they marvel at your wisdom?
You have me to thank for your multitude of admirers, for I made your beating heart.
I will love you my little puppet dear,
you are just what I wished I could be.
And as long as you stay
on the strings that I made,
I'll keep you close to me.
I know you so well, inside and out,
how could I not with those thoughts all about.
I fed them to you,
it is my words you spout.
Remember that whenever you doubt
that I created a beautiful thing,
a tiny puppet on a little string;
I taught it to dance and speak like a girl.
She's ready now to see the world.
SK
