lived in a borghetto
(That’s Italian for “a little town”)
He worked with hard wood
carved whatever he could
his works earned him a lot of renown.
One sunny day
he felt cheerful and gay
and a puppet of wood he then made,
The puppet was alive,
it had a real drive –
it kicked and it talked and it played.
He was not just a toy –
no, he was a real boy!
Pinocchio’s the name, there you go.
Still I find it quite odd
that a man who’s this old
would build puppets with organs that grow.
Here’s another comic with that doll that’s made of wood
Pinocchio would just lie forever if he only could