This life is getting boring,
My friends are pretty
I am a bit ugly
And if you want to know, why I am this ugly
it is all because of my broken eye.
All my friends get a new home so fast
But my home is this shop for ever.
I see through the window a beggar boy,
Who too is like me without an eye.
He is lucky: he at least has a life,
can talk, move, play and even cry.
I canít do anything
I have heard people say
they want to throw me.
But they donít do it, since I am the oldest of all
Until one day, a boy stole me from my home.
But happily, he was none other than the beggar boy.
And today proudly, I am his only companion
And he is the only one for me.