Driftwood: A Fairy Tale

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So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night to bring the sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings and spun him about
that boy sprang up and began to shout
“my arms my legs my heart my face they’re alive!”
and she would cry “liar liar! what have I done?
you're no lover and I’m not fighter”
(the story goes on)
so he would buy her things
and kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses though
just stringing him along
she knew about those wooden boys
it’s an empty love to fill the void
“pinnocchio oh boy how your nose has grown”
so he would cry
“liar liar! I’ll prove it to you”
but then it grew - he had grown tired of her.
So it was true…
he left her apartment
and he walked all night long
‘til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and the waves
and screaming, “liar liar”
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how I was made…
my arms my legs my heart, my face.
My name is driftwood…