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"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of  rhyme 
we dances ta  chimes , we've plenty of  time 
an alway in our  prime  !" Pinocchio said.
"But, ta be a  boy , the real  McCoy" 
he said real coy, I'd really enjoy 
the Hoi polloi," said Pinocchio. 

Gepetto sat with his wine as string he did twine
and pondered his line for he was kind, 
then spoke his mind and he said ...
"My little wooda boy, now's notta the season, 
we're freezin'listen to Papa's reason," he said
"God says it's treason and it's His laws we be pleasin'
so getta to your bed!"

Wood whittlin' rose spittle and words noncommittal, 
he sighed, just a little 
and said with voice brittle,  "My son ... 
Maybe tomorrow you'll sprout and I'll route
you a new pair of shoes to wear out and about 
you'll be handsome no doubt."

The toy slept and Geppetto whittled. 
Of the matter he prattered for he wished not to shatter the boys dream to tatters, he was 
mad as a hatter, it seems?
The hall clock did chime midnight, a cricket didclimb
the workbench to chatter a soft  mime sublime. 
Gepetto did not notice at least for some time!

Jimmy Cricket was his name; he told old Geppetto
a wee green sage from a Golden book's  page
and the meadow. [They were the rage!]
They helped to make boy toys for life on the stage
and this is how Pinocchio's life was engaged!

woulda
coulda
shoulda
misunderstooda
wooda

sublime
rhyme
chimes
prime
time

enjoy
coy
boy
McCoy
Hoi polloi 

twine
kind
line
wine
mind

reason
season
treason
freezin'
pleasin'

brittle
little
spittle
noncommittal
whittlin'

out
about
route
sprout
doubt.

hatter
shatter
prater
matter
tatter

chime
mime
sublime
climb
time

page 
sage
stage
engage
rage
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