I'll wager that you think you know
the tale of young Pinocchio,
a mar'ionette whose nose sprouts growth-
specifically when lies are told.
He's boist'rous, disobedient
and finds the cricket tedious;
a hammer flies- death hideous-
and conscience becomes vitreous.
The Land of Toys and idleness
draw him and his friend, Candlewick;
indulgence leads to ears that prick,
some hees and haws, and donkey kicks.
Escaping peril, he must flee;
the puppet swims straight out to sea,
where he becomes a whale's small meal-
and then both dad and son break free.
I've lied but once- the rest is truth.
So, now decide; it's up to you.
Which stanza does your youth dispute?
Is it two, or three, or four you choose?