That little wooden bloke-io,
His nose, it grew an inch or two
With every lie he spoke-io,
Thought life was just a joke-io,
‘Til that mornin’ that he met that 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 Timbuktu to Tokyo.”
Got sold to a trav’lin’ 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.
He finally awoke-io
With donkey ears and little-boy tears,
And his poor wooden heart was broke-io.
So back home ran Pinocchio
As fast as he could go-kio,
But his daddy, he had gone to sea,
So off to sea went Pinocchio.
He got quite a soak-io
When he lost his sail and got ate by a whale,
And it looked like he was gonna croak-io.
But Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
A fire he did stoke-io
Inside that whale, who sneezed up a gale
And blew him out in the smoke-io.
Next mornin’ he awoke-io,
And he had no strings or puppety things,
And his donkey ears had disappeared,
And his nose—surprise—was the normal size,
And his body felt fine, not made of pine,
And he cried, “Oh joy, I’m a real boy,
And everything’s okey-dokey-o.”