A Tavish Toy

The red balloons may stain your ceiling
And the fire engine's paint is peeling
Put my heart
Just squeals with joy
I've just made a Tavish Toy
It only has to last till Christmas

A few tight smiles I'm always cautious
'Cause those dimpled faces make me nauseous
So to each
Sweet girl and boy
You deserve a Tavis Toy

So when you're low
And when you're down
(Remember kids)
Because of you
I live uptown
A house in Chelsea

So the teddy bear has popped its stitches
And the cowboy doll has lost its britches
But to all
In my employ
Be proud you made a Tavis Toy (Sing kids!)
We're proud we made a Tavish Toy - And?
A one of a kind
Tip of the line
Fully insured
Rather unusual
Tavis Toy
It only has to last till Christmas