Obviously it’s been a long time since I have visited the story of Pinnochio, so a lot of literary license is taken.

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Cut down a tree
Take some walnut, screws and elmer’s glue
Put it together and paint it true.
Senor Geppeto

And his nose will grow
Add a wise little bug who is Jiminy Cricket
‘Cuz the fairy said I must be in the thick of it
Senor Geppeto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Turn the boys to mules
And a wooden little boy with a big long nose
Keeps telling lies and it grows and grows
Senor Gepetto

And his honesty turns
So he becomes smarter and stops the lies
And Jiminy gives his aid to the puppet pint sized
Senor Gepetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

Around Pinnocho and a bunch of strings
a crowd gathers with chicken wings
Senor Gepetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
Senor Gepetto