Toymaker, Toymaker, make You a toy

To reach for Your cheek with mechanical joy

Fill him with sawdust with rag and with charms

Make him all colours with floppy long arms

A hat with fine ribbons and curly point shoes

Trousers and coat of bright domino hues

To cry and to laugh if You press him just right

And lie still and quiet when You bed him at night

Make him bright eyes and be always so still

With his loving small paws that wait for You till

You hold him and hug him and fill his rag mind

With all that Your Godness in sawdust can find

Not having been born he never will die

Nor shock his good Maker and not ever lie

And not quite grasp about truth I surmise

Nor pen such poems as this to surprise

Toymaker Toymaker make You a toy

Make it of rags and sawdust and joy

And bright coloured ribbons and patches and tears

Round eyes and long arms and deaf little ears

Toymaker Toymaker make You a toy

Of stitchings and stuffings for Your darling Boy

And make it to cry out as with a small heart

Make them inseparable never apart

Then let Him fashion it Himself and alone

Then leave it to Him to make run and to roam

To read and to write and speech and for thought

And when to be silent and ought not and ought

And give it long arms of  love to hold tight

For Him to hug fast in Your vast cosmic Night

And give it big eyes and loving small paws

And make it to speak and crawl on all fours

Toymaker Toymaker, make a Toy Man

Make a Toy Man as fast as You can

Make him for Him with a tear on his cheek

Make him with laughter and glory and seek

To find him some pain and add in a smile

And mix in rebellion to make You revile

Your thought to create a dusty rag doll

Cast out to cry to the dry skies that roll

Until that one day when that little toy voice

Is heard to call out ’I weep, I rejoice’

I can love You or hate You and shun and embrace

You my Maker my brother my family my race

Till Your Boy look down and climb from His place

To dress up like a toy and join the toy race