The Coca Cola Kid

I was made to be the Coca Cola Kid.
    Good looking was I, and I know it's true
Cause that's what my mother said.

Until one day, when I lost my head,
     And lost my looks and favor when
Mama banished me to the shed.

Then she wrapped me up safe from harm,
    To travel to a place unknown.
My head was placed in a bowl to get warm.

I had to lose my wig and pate to see within.
    Then find out why I came part
And how to put back together again.

Surprise and wonder without fail
     Now I am uncovered and partially bald.
I've been held together with a twist tie and a nail!

On my neck are found some numbers

Which make me very unique.

Only a few dolls are Coca Cola Kid members.

Now begins the mending:

head, shoulder plate, body.

I  am so hoping for a happy ending

The Coca Cola Kid is now the bomb!

But I just can't wait

To go home to my mom.