Six o'clock in the morning,
wake up by the bed.
there sits a japanese toy
and i like it.
see the name on the wrapping,
can't read yet but i know:
it's made for me (lucky boy)
and i want it.
lights that flash, wheels that go round
digital display
fresh silicon chips to enjoy
and i need them
(where's the batteries?).
sitting silent and empty.
wish i could breathe life
in my new friend who's terribly still.
and i like him.
just like me. p'rhaps he's hungry.
six volts make him smile
and twelve volts would probably kill.
how i like him.
"daddy, where's the batteries
i can't find my batteries".
(there's no batteries)
seven o'clock in the morning
they find me by the bed
with my friend the japanese toy.
i am with him.
mummy, daddy can't see you,
hear you. batteries not
included in this little boy.
(where's my batteries?)