Ping Pong

Ping pong is made of paper
A doll to cut and trace
He uses soap and water
To wash his hands and face.

He takes a silver comb
To fix his hair just right.
And if there are some tangles
He’s strong and doesn’t cry

Ping Pong eats all his soup
without making a mess.
Good food is made with love.
Mom’s cooking is the best.

And when the stars come out
And shine brightly in the sky
Ping Pong lies in his bed and
Sleeps to a lullabye.

Ping Pong come hold my hand
Hold tight. Let’s sing this song.
We’ll be friends forever.
Ping pong. Ping pong. Ping pong.