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Hi, my name is Buggy and I found this poem in Falling Up by Shel Silverstien. It was a good choice I think.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
That little wodden bloke-io,
His nose, it grew an inch or two
With every lie he spoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Thought his life was just a joke-io,
'Till the mornin' that he met the cat
And the fox in a long red cloak-io.

They cried, "Come on, Pinocchio,
We'll entertain the folk-io,
On puppet strings you'll dance and sing
From Timbucktu to Tokyo."

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Got sold to a travelin show-kio,
Got put in a cage by a man in a rage
With a stick to give him a poke-io.

So Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Out of that cage he broke-io
To the land where boys just play with toys
And cuss and fight and smoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
He finally awoke-io
With donkey ears and little boy tears,
And his poor wodden heart was broke-io.

So back home ran Pinocchio
As fast as he could go-kio,
But his daddy, he went off to sea,
So off to se went pinocchio.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Got quite a soak-io,
When he lost his sail and got ate by a whale.
And it looked like he was gona croak-io.

But Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
A fire he did stok-io
Inside the whale who sneesed up a gale
And blew him out into the smok-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
The next marnin' he awoke-io,
He had no strings or pupetty things,
His donky ears had dissapered.

His nose-suprise-was normal size,
He felt fine not made of pine,
He cried "Oh joy I'm a real boy,
And everything is going to be okey-dokey-o.