Who had her collection
She made the wooden toys
Dance to her tune
And even though she wasn't skilled
Didn't understand the music
The puppets had no choice
But to dance to her tune
Then one puppet said he'd had enough
And cut off all his strings
He lost all life and couldn't dance and sing
All he could do was sit down and watch
"They think they can defeat me"
The puppeteer laughed, "but as you can see, I always win"
And the puppet smile a dry smile and said
"I mayn't be able to dance or even move
But whose hands are untied and whose are full?"
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