I have a furby
Or however you spell it
It's soft fur is purple
And it's personality is split

I have a furby
And when it was alive
I'd tickle it and feed it
And it'd dance and jive

I have furby
I loved it so
But then I got older
I started to grow

I have a furby
Who I locked in closet
When in the middle of the night
It would laugh when no one would touch it

I have a furby
That began to scare me bad
So it went under my bed
Which probably made him sad

I have a furby
That a friend wanted to play
But she dropped him by the door
And then eat broke and wouldn't stay

I have a furby
Who's batteries died
So it's next to my bed
Where there's no where to hide

I have a furby
That no longer works
I hope I'm imagining that laughter
The thing might be cursed....