I love my music, It's happy, and it makes me happy.
Happy, happy, happy.
I like happy.
I also like giving gifts.
That makes me happy, too.
My friends aren't always happy though.
They think I'm scary.
I'm not scary,
....Am I?
Uh oh,
where'd the music go?
I think the man forgot again.
Maybe he'll wind it soon and i'll be happy again.
It's been too long.
Where'd it go?
I'm getting madder and madder now.
I want my happy music back.
I'm not happy anymore.
I'm mad.
Very, very mad.
If he's not going to wind it, I'll MAKE him wind it.
I have red gooey stuff on my hands now, but thats okay,
because my happy music is playing again and the bad man
stopped moving.
Can you guess who this is?
Written by Cat Mayfield :)
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