Pinocho was a bad boy

He lied, he stole

So he became a puppet

A prop for a show

His father made a new one

Who became a real boy

But Pinocho was left

As a wooden toy

He begged the fairy

To give him real skin

But she denied his request

And said that he must be real within

So now Pinocho

Is stuck with wooden limbs

His story isn’t happy

It ends dark and grim