Carelessly thrown in the box for the night,
The toys who fit where one should squeeze.
Toy torment and the sqeauls of children
Escalate like Chirstmas morning.
Until... Bongo's leg just can't be Bongo's leg.
"Quick, lock 'em up and roll it away
Before they get out and drive us all crazy again!"
But the torment, in fact, is the time while away,
While Bongo and Buzzy and Flip ride the bus
With no children to play.