The well known little kid, who was made of wood

He started out growing, in the place of no good

Running and yelling, for no human ears, to even hear

He and his mates, had an attitude, with wood to wear

There was nothing to do, or even food, to cook and eat

Their shoes were missing, and they had splintered feet

Then one wonderful, different kind of day, Giuseppe showed

The smiles and drops of tears, was like a river that flowed

Off they went, those wooden pieces, of human kids, and a toy

They had a second chance, to grow up, dreaming of being a boy