Plastic eyes With a vacant stare Nobody home Nobody there. Watching the world Passing them by No hint of a smile No chance of a "hi". With expressions so serious What's on their minds? The children look lost "Parent, are you mine?" Stylish yet casual Wrapped up from the cold Surrounded by baubles All silver and gold. Hands always look awkward Not naturally placed at all Funky hats for the children One plays with a ball. Then some movement occurs A new actor arrives This one is different This one's alive! She moves round the fakers Adjusting one's pose Her hands still look awkward Always will I suppose. Her hips look quite painful And her legs must be tired She stands there all day While her looks are admired. With her plastic eyes And her vacant stare There's nobody home Cos there's nobody there.