A Soup Opera: As the Nose Grows

Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood No matter how they try, they cannot be good Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows by the length of snouts; each has a distended nose They bray like donkeys in the Disney movie Arrogantly thinking they're impressively groovy They will never be able to become a real girl and boy unless they stop lying and end to their cunning ploy Geppetto, why'd you give these imps a tongue Their lies are far fetched and their tales far flung How they love to fabricate fibs and wickedly conspire Perhaps that wood would be put to better use in a bonfire