A Woodman of tin, a man stuffed with straw
Each with a human-like question and flaw
Where’s the importance, in the head or the heart?
Subtle opinions, but the question still sparks
Small one caught in the middle of things
But she has both, so the questions don’t ring
Thoughts or feelings… Does one overcome?
Is one ever, and always over the other one
With one is there balance, and strengths? Yes