The little puppet, tin soldier.

Lost in love for another doll, but still, either way, without a heart.

The pretty little ballerina stood across the room in a beautiful toy castle.

She was made all out of paper, still enchanting enough for the other toy.

Same night, he stood. Watching the paper ballerina in place.

Her with two legs and a heart, while he only had one, and none of the latter.

A little creature, sly, worse than a fairy, warned him not to stare at the little doll.