The World Of Toys

(Verse 1) When the midnight bells are chiming and the latches softly click, And the human world is sleeping under blankets heavy-thick, The boundaries start to soften, and the borders start to blur, As the cotton hearts start beating and the stuffing begins to stir. (Verse 2) Oh, the maps of men are paper, made of borders, ink, and lines, But the Toy Globe turns on stitches, clever seams, and grand designs! From the windy, knitted mountains down to valleys lined with lace, Every cast-off, frayed, and ragged thing has found its proper place. (REFRAIN) Sew the buttons! Stitch the bindings! Thread the needles, check the findings! Turn the planet, keep it winding— The toys are marching on! (Verse 3) Northward look to Knit-Haven, where the Wool Folk mend their gear, Southward spin to Lace-Town, where the Dolls stand tall and clear. To the East the Plush Wood rustles with an attitude and squeeze, While the Plastic Plains run rigid to the Westward in the breeze. (Verse 4) We are rejects turned to renegades, we’re champions of the shelf, Every buttons-and-bows arrival is a kingdom in itself. We don’t bend to pocket screens, and we don’t march to human rules, We are history’s quiet witnesses, from geniuses to fools. (Verse 5) So spin the stitched-up planet round, and leave your cares behind, There are secrets in the bookshed for a childlike mind to find. The world is vast and wide and deep, but if you look mistook— The centre of our universe is set in Shepherd’s Crook! (REFRAIN) Sew the buttons! Stitch the bindings! Thread the needles, check the findings! Turn the planet, keep it winding— The toys are marching on!