When that I was a little plastic toy,
with hey, ho, for pre-school kids to train,
all Chinese import figures stay so coy,
though their reign now reigneth every day.
But when I came to European State,
with hey, ho, protections down the drain,
'gainst dumping knaves men shut their gate,
E.C. rein cash draineth every day.
But when it came mums' choice to drive,
with hey, low exchange rates insane,
by pricing high I could not thrive,
and my pain it paineth every day.
But when it came to shoddy goods instead,
with hey, ho, exports are name of game,
substandard products cheaply forged ahead,
whild gold gain it gaineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, by air and sea and train:
But that's all one, our play is done
though one can't please all folk faraway.
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