Mr wooden puppet

She dangles me on a string, She is the puppeteer and every move she makes me do I shed a tear and I cry so quiet, hoping she does not hear and while I was put to bed whilst she pricks me with a needle and thread when I woke I would dance again the puppeteer gave me a hat and kept making me dance until I broke and she threw me In the skip and of course I was now at peace and climbing up for a new dream