Twas the night of Christmas and in everyone's house
Not a toy could be found, just a computer and mouse.
It's the era of iPads, smart phones and Mac book Air,
What about dolls and cars and toys? No one cares.
Working for a corporation that has no soul
The desperate products like lumps of coal.
This is the end, for a time once lost...
You focus on political agendas and pay the cost.
There is no fun, magic, or wonder
Just a giant corporate plastic blunder.
Licenses run and the stock surely falls
There is no creativity in those grey halls.
If you only knew what you lost from the start...
That sad cold place has no heart.
Design is dead and you rely on a cup
Innovation from a guy who's hair is f*cked up.
There is peace to see in this final hour...
The slow painful death of an ancient dinosaur.