Puppet and the Puppet Master

Holding court on a black box stage, dangling from the strings

I twirl and face the music and the prompter in the wings

I am both willing puppet, puppet master also

With lofty expectations set to pull me to and fro

I live only to serve, bring smiles to friendly faces

Dancing on a sixpence, singing from a tree

With birds of a feather chirping high and low together

Make everybody happy, starting with me

Please feel no sorrow or remorse, I dance willing only to

A tune crafted by me, both captain and crew

In a black box cage, rattling at soft bars

Bendy steel to part, I slip through to the stars

Through the duskfall peeping, me, unlikely lad

To paint a smile behind the mask, the pay is not too bad

I, the willing puppet, puppet master also

Lofty expectations set to pull me to and fro

To and fro, fro and two, to and fro