Timmy is a sophisticated little boy
Who refuses to play with others of his age
And if you ask him why?
He’ll answer you
“That their behaviours are an outrage!”
But a boy cannot grow up without any youthful joy
Especially when “Mr.Grey” is his only toy
So Mr. and Mrs. Tipton ask their little Timmy
What he would like to play
Though little do we know
Our Timmy wouldn’t say
Despite how much Mr. and the Mrs. try
Their eventual outcome is some endless sigh
While they panic, while they woe
They notice Timmy tipping on his toe
The Mrs. Shouted, “He’s playing ! He’s playing!”
They both gazed, “But what is Timmy doing?”
Tipped their head, there they see
Rockets! Spaceships! Under the sea!
The Tiptons begin to join in on the blast
Cowboys! Pirates ! In the wild, willy west!
They smile at him, he smiles back
The Tipton’s fears have started to pack
Seeing Timmy with his big, big smile before bed
Tucked aside with his loyal companion Mr.Grey
With a little frankenstein stitch sitting on its head.
Though, nothing will stop them from a wonderful play
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