He hears an annoying tick,

telling him I'm broken-

not working properly-

not like the other toys.

I don't hear a tick,

I don't feel it,

I feel fine-

like the other toys.

He picks, and picks,

looking for a way to

fix me. But

I need no fixing.

My springs spring fine,

I have enough oil,

my screws are *******.

Yet he picks,

and searches,

for the broken piece

he will never find.