Pinocchio
Once upon a time in a little town
lived the finest toy maker around
Who everyone called
Geppetto the good?
He made toys that no one else could
Geppetto spent all day
and all night
Making toys that twinkled in the light
He made dolls with the cutest smiles.
His red kites swooped for
miles an d miles.
Geppetto carved trains
that choo -choo -chooed,
and fluffed fluffy cows that
moo -moo -mooed.
All the children in the town came to
his toy shop to play fun games.
He loved playing with the girls and boys,
but
Geppetto became sad about toys.
He had no child of his own to play with
these toys he made all day.
One
Monday,
Geppetto was so sad, he said,
Oh, this is very bad. I do wish
I had a child of my own.
The poor toy maker felt so alone.
Quick as a flash, he had an idea.
He took a piece of wood he
had near and started to carve it.
Legs and hands appeared.
Out of the wood, a special doll grew.
Soon, a cheeky face he carved too.
Geppetto had made a
little wooden boy.
Pinocchio, he called this precious toy.
Good morning, lad,
Geppetto would say to
Pinocchio at the start of each day.
But deep down he knew his toy wasn't
the same as a real living boy.
As sunset turned into dark night,
Geppetto saw a star's shining light.
A blue star, so bright in the sky,
it twinkled and twinkled, way up high.
Poor
Geppetto had only one dream.
Looking up at its twinkling gleam,
he wished upon the star that shone.
I wish for a real child of my own.
But what the toymaker didn't know was
that this magic star had heard
Geppetto
The star was a fairy flying above with a
sparkling dress and shimmering gloves
The magic fairy nod ded her head
I must come and help !" she said.
Down into the toy shop she flew,
leaving a glittery trail of blue.
The fairy spotted
Pinocchio quick,
all made of wood and still as a stick.
You'll be a perfect boy, she said,
and waved her wand over his head.
Whoosh!
Ding!
Pinocchio became real.
All over, from his head to his heels.
He saw his hands were no longer
wood.
Yippee!
Whee!
He shouted, jumping high as he could.
The fairy showed
Pinocchio all the things he needed to know,
like how to walk, whistle and sing.
Soon, after all that, it was morning.
The toy maker came
downstairs for the day.
Out jumped
Pinocchio, ready to play.
He said,
Father, I'm a real boy!
Pinocchio?
Geppetto cried with tears of joy.
He couldn't believe his wooden toy had
become a real and living boy.
Geppetto played all day with
Pinocchio then,
And he was never lonely and sad again