Playtime

Toys rejoice, no school today,

For it is a Saturday.

The weekend's come, fun's on its way,

Andy's home, it's time to play.

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Time to get out all the toys,

As befitting first grade boys.

The toy chest's opened, ever coy,

Woody's on top, and works his ploy,

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The cowboy's out, then Slinky too,

Bo Peep and sheep, oh what to do?

A stomping T-Rex come to chew?

Woody saves them with lasso.

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So the cowboy rides the 'saur,

Out comes Rocky and toys more.

A pig, potato, messy's the floor,

The rex is tamed, let's out a roar.

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But then a robot with a snake,

The toys assembled, they all shake.

Aliens shall exterminate!

(I hear daleks, quite irate.)

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Can aliens beat a lizard large?

Rode by Woody, who does charge?

As army men let out barrage,

RC bursts out from garage.

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So the war for toydom is all waged,

Makes a mess, makes mum enraged.

But that's a small price to be paid,

For, at last, the sheep are saved.

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So thus ends this time of play,

Next time shall wait for other day.

What shall come, but come what may?

And hey, next week is a birthday.