The Broken Puppet

I'm not like all the other puppets,
They missed something when they made me,
I was never made like the others,
They forgot to give me strings.

I'm not like all the other puppets,
For when the puppet master sings,
They go left and I go right,
Just because I am free.

I'm not like all the other puppets,
For I'm broken for better you see,
The other puppets they look on jealous,
Wishing that they could be like me.

The puppet master calls them,
They dance and jump and sing,
They bow and clap and lark around,
All because they have strings.

I'm not like all the other puppets,
I control my actions you see,
I choose when to jump and shout,
You'll never fix me.