A Little, Big Planet
Stitch and thread and burlap sack
Put down your foot it’s not a hack
He jumps, he swings, no not a toy,
He lives in LittleBigPlanet, it’s Sackboy!
Quick! Look out! He’s not alone!
It seems another person who’s been sewn
She glides, she slides, her arms twirl
We all know and love her, it’s Sackgirl!
They live in LittleBigPlanet together
Where creator curators send them on adventure
But do they stand alone atop a steeple?
No! There are millions of Sackpeople!
It’s you and me, and some of them
In a Little Big Planet built of our whims
Creators and enthusiasts alike we have our fun
And with stitched arms we wave goodbye when done!
...who will you be dreaming of?
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