MARIONETTE.   

The Marionette is dancing yet
Though He has no brain,
For His head is stuffed with hay.
So He's often rude an' crude,
Busy getting nowhere fast,
Feelin' used an' abused,
Having been swayed to the right,
And pulled to the left
On strings of wires 'n' ropes of delight
Climb inside then see this sight,
Whilst the tangled are twisted and pulled.
For it is only then that He's moved to pour
His wooden tears all over the floor.