What's he cooking up, I wonder? Toys invented, let them wander Geniuses are left asunder Some die young, and some die younger Joy is found within us all It has a face, and it's a doll Let's gift it to, like, half the globe Show everyone our new-found trope Business is booming, but I crave a bit more Creations I have crafted to awake from the floor I wonder night and day what it'd be like If what we've made could spring to life