Once upon a time, there was a little boy,
Who skedaddled happily with his toy
He preened a smile so vivid as the morning
Even the coldest of the hearts could enjoy
But as the sun sets, so does he at a corner
He weeps as tears to the doll were offered
His soul was poured and semblance absorbed
To glow even brighter, so this was needed;
Every day he rose and set and smiled and wept,
He pranced, he jumped, he fell, he grieved
The replica now grew to be a strong man;
The frail kid is no more and the exchange ... c o m p l e t e.