There is a funny little puppet that sits on a shelf
He's made of wood, his cloths are of bleached white cloth
A bright white hat sits neatly on top of his round wooden ball of a head
his eyes are bright but sad, yet the smile is perpetually painted across where lips should be, curling at the ends like the fool who knows no sorrow
He sits and waits for the little girl who owns him to come home and play with him
He sits and longs for her gentle touch, he loving eyes and kind words
He sits and pines for the sweet whisper of "I love you, my little wooden sweetheart"
He longs to cry out loud
"If you love me, then throw away all the other toys and all the other distractions that keep us apart
"If you love me, then love me forever, and be only mine
"If I am truly your sweetheart, then don't cast me aside when you need to go see those boys who take you to the cinema and to parties
"Be here with me in your room, let the fools who don't understand our love run their little world
"I am yours and you are mine, please don't put me away for another day's play"
And when she appears, he is there with open arms and his painted smile
She holds him close, kissing his little wooden cheeks and his drawn lips
She straightens his long white coat and gently polishes his little white shoes
She tells him stories of her day, and how she would have longed for him to see all that she has seen and the heart-ache the world causes her
All the little wooden boy can do is listen and be there for her to cry on
To catch her tears and whisper silently how she is special and she doesn't deserve the hardships that befall her
How he longs to take her far away from this place where they can be together forever
No other man will ever sweep her away, and no woman to take him
But, then the boy from down the way calls, and the little girl is gone
The Wooden boys is left on his shelf, wet with her tears, longing to produce his own to show her how he is being torn apart
But he will never leave until she throws him away for the final time
And may he forever be her little wooden boy
He dreams of the day she will need no other but he