The Land of Misfit Toys
Did you ever wonder what happens to all of the toys,
That no one gives to any of the world's girls and boys?
The teddy bears smashed at the bottom of the stack
Or the bugs whose antennae were broken with a smack.
Left behind without ever having a chance to fulfill their dream
Of being taken to a place full of warmth and love it would seem.
To receive a child's love was their only reason for being.
Filled with cotton stuffing and glass eyes not for seeing.
So where do they go these misfits from life?
To a place of like kind where there is no strife.
Whenever I find them I try to take as many as I can
To a place that I know, once a cold and gloomy land.
I take them to the land of misfit toys, that is my room,
Once empty and lonely a place for gloom and doom.
Now filled with stuffed animals imperfect yet the love still abounds
To hug me and smile at me as darkness slowly engulfs and surrounds.
No longer alone life's storms to weather,
All of us misfits now banded together.
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