favourite toy

I knew a boy, whose name was Roy,
I think he was my favourite toy.
I made him do all my chores,
like ironing clothes and mopping floors,
He’d even tidy up my room,
He was rather nifty with a broom.
My homework was always in on time,
cause Roy did his, and then did mine.
But one day he stopped and I have no doubt,
I had finally worn Roy’s batteries out.