Geppetto Carves a Son
Geppetto was tired of being without a son.
He had dreamed of a son all his life
It had not happened for him and his wife
A son? Yes, a son. Geppetto really wanted one.
In a dream he thought of carving his own.
One with scruples, not an Al Capone.
He would name his son Pinocchio.
And train him the ways that he must go.
Geppetto began work on his son that day.
He felt excited as he carved his oak wood away.
Pinocchio was a handsome puppet, not a toy.
Geppetto dreamed he might become a real boy.
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