Torn apart and
Put back together
Swinging around
Light as a feather
You hear my static
And te run
Children have killed me
Just for fun
I shouldn't be here
I should be hidden
Kept out of reach
Touching forbidden
Instead I am here
And hanging around
You only see me
Once on the ground
I'll get revenge
One of these days
I can see it now
In my golden gaze
A secondo head
No one knows it
Some say it's Golden
Or a pappagallo would fit
Time to tell stories
To all the kiddies
While they take me apart
I sing little diddies
I am so happy
I could just take a bite
This guy here never stopped them
Time for a fight
I can't hurt the children...
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