There once was a girl who has a plush.

It was big, and lush, soft to touch.

Upon its stuffing, it was then destroyed.

To the arms, and buttons, no ones overjoyed.

The stuffing was out, but was so the ooze.

It was black and gooey, oh what news.

Find the buttons that lay the trail. And find the culprit to finally prevail.

But be beware of this deadly culprit.

They are stiff, controlled like a puppet.