Little bricks oh how you wait
Until my feet you can steak
With sharp edges now stick in
And cause such pain I cannot grin

You build a house a rocket too
But at night there's something new
About your yellow, white, and red
Bricks that seem to get stuck in my head

Now I tread so light as not to get
Feet so full of plastic pegs
Or little arms and funny hair
Oh how I wish for no dispare

The answer surely lies within
To put you back inside the bin
Snap the lid firmly down
And walk barefoot when your not round