"Like a puppet on a string"
Triggers memory bells to ring
That sixties hit by Sandie Shaw
Evoking instances of yore.
The Junior Boys Brigade display
At age of eight years and a day,
I was that puppet - when I hear,
I'm transformed back to yesteryear.
Imaginary strings upon my hands,
Taking up a marionette stance,
The puppeteer, I do not know,
But strings are tugged and off I go.
The strings controlling head and limb,
Put me on an impulsive whim,
When at the end, the music stops,
Those strings go loose, the puppet flops.