Toytown: A Statement
I regret that Big Ears
has sold, for a crooked sixpence,
my little fib. When Mr. Plod
suggested that Sally Skittle and I
were scoffing buns, I was in fiction
with Mrs Tessie Bear, and not,
as I implied, wolfing wobbly jelly
with Big Ears. Now I have cried
and wiped my face with a hanky,
I will not stand as mayor
of Toytown, so as not to upset
Bumpy Dog, or my little yellow
car. My cap goes Jingle. Sometimes
I have been naughty (and even
VERY naughty), but mostly good
as a gumdrop. Jumbo will beat
Sly and Dobbo and Glenda,
the goblins. Parp Parp. Look
for the next Noddy book.
[November 1999]