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