Little dolly on her horse,
     how she rocks back and forth,
chaos upon the others as she pulls strings
     through the room disruptions she brings.

A permeant stitch upon her face
      hiding the reality of mistrust in place,
of what she did to others feelings
      thinking of her own fun instead.

Little toys, patch work dolls
       afraid to lose a stitch or worse.
This nightmare on a wooden horse
       ruining the bedroom of toy and child.

She smiles with glee as the horse says nay
     but she doesn't listen to anyone today
forth and back she doesn't care of who is scared
     then what was not even a thought goes wrong.

But rocking and frolicking has its woes
     as poor little horsy snapped a rocker
and doll fell with quite a tumble
     Mummy came and saw the mess.

Poor little horsy got put in the trash,
      in the corner she does now stay.
As not forgiven for her wayward ways,
      and for rocker that got thrown away.

Remember that what we do has repercussions  
       be it toy or child, we must think first.
For if we are selfish and not thinking of others,
       then it will inevitably be us that is in trouble