Sing A Song Of Death (The Puppet)⚫

THE PUPPET
By The Children of Utah youth poetry and choir, 1987
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We turn the music box handle
So that the Puppet sleeps
We keep the backroom all closed off
So that the Puppet sleeps

With every turn of the hour
The Puppet cries some more
With every death the Puppet sees
It grows a little sore

"The time to give gifts has come, my dear"
The Puppet says to Charlotte
"The time to save has drawn ever near"
And so a soul emanates

We crank the music box at night
To keep the Puppet happy
For every second it's awake
It cries, forever without a nappy