Gather ye girls and boys
Hear the story of the island of misfit toys
When you got left for greater joys
When your voice is just a noise
When the loneliness wind blows
Leaving you tumbling on your toes
Turning your ones into zeroes
A quiet voice echoes
When things didn't go  as you have  planned
When you disband
Sail through the sea and cross the sand
Till you reach our island
We welcome the toys of all shapes and colors
Even if running on different powers
Have a chair and some lemonade
Here we care here we share
Our joys and despair
Embracing our faults and never ask for repair