In the little Clay Village, near the forest wide,
Everyone shaped figures,
but life they couldn't hide.
Valeria came one morning,
with the clay in her hand,
She molded a small golem,
the best in all the land.
Two marbles for his eyes, a smiling clay face,
"I wish you were my friend,
let's run and win the race!"
Clayby, Clayby!
The magic came alive,
Made of clay and color,
Our friendship will survive.
Clayby, Clayby!
Jump and run and play today,
It doesn't matter what you're made of,
If your heart lights up the way!
They played in the fields, laughing all the time,
Exploring ancient woods, feeling truly sublime.
Clayby was so different, he moved in a funny way,
His body was made of earth,
but he brightened every day.
But other children stared,
with faces full of fear,
They laughed at his shape,
and brought him many a tear.
Clayby, Clayby!
The magic came alive,
Made of clay and color,
Our friendship will survive.
Clayby, Clayby!
Jump and run and play today,
It doesn't matter what you're made of,
If your heart lights up the way!
A scream by the river, the
current fast and strong!
A child was caught in danger,
where they didn't belong.
Clayby saw the problem, no time to stop or rest,
He jumped with his strong clay body,
putting him to the test.
He held against the water, a hero made of clay!
And everyone discovered kindness
matters more than they say.
The village cheered loudly, no more fear or shame,
Playing games with Clayby is the greatest
of all fame.
Friendship isn't
about shapes, not about what you're made of,
What's important is the heart, showing real love!