In the land of misfit toys, where the broken and discarded go, there’s a place where dreams still shine, and hope can always grow.
Here the teddy bears have missing eyes, and the dolls have tangled hair, the trains have dents and scratches, and the airplanes can’t take to the air.
But in this land of imperfection, each toy is unique and loved, For here, differences are celebrated, and every flaw is proudly shoved.
The jack-in-the-box may be slow, and the ballerina may have two left feet, but they all have a special charm, that makes them all complete.
So come, all you lost and lonely toys, find your place in this land of misfits, for here, you’ll be cherished and adored, and all your broken bits and pieces will fit.
In the land of misfit toys, where the outcasts finally belong, there’s a place where love abounds, and every heart can sing its song.
-Scott Leopold