Mom said my toy truck’s gar-unteed,
One hundred sixty three percent.
So I hit it with my hammer;
It didn’t even make a dent!

“Unstructable”, my mommy said.
Why would they make a toy like that?
I threw it ‘way up in the air,
And hit it with my loom-num bat.

The bat was old so I don’t care,
‘Cause it will still be lots of fun.
Now that the handle’s bent like that,
It makes a real neat make-bleeve gun.

It’s my favorite toy of all,
My gar-unteed unstructable truck.
I use it when I want to break
The other toys I can destruct.