pinocchio

He the feeble Pinocchio,
His Geppetto most awesome,
He never should,
He never could,
To run from his Geppetto,
He this mangled piece of wood,
To beat his wooden heart,
A miracle to set free his ropes,
A real boy to become,
One day he foolishly hopes,
Though all he will find is woe,
For without his Geppetto,
This Pinocchio is nothing but a hollow soul.