Driftwood: A Fairy Tale

So he would sulk and drink and mopeAnd cross his arms and hope to die.And then a fairy came one nightTo bring this sorry boy to life.She pulled some stringsAnd spun him about.That boy sprang upAnd began to shout,"my arms, my legs, my heart, my faceThey're alive!"And she would cry, "liar, liar!What have I done?You're no lover, and I'm no fighter."(the story goes on)So he would buy her things and kiss her handTo show he was for real.And she would take those gifts and kissesThough just stringing him along.She knew about those wooden boys-It's an empty love to fill the void."pinocchio! 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 whalesAnd the waves, and screamed"liar, liar!"And his wooden body floated away.He just drifted away.And now I wonder how I was made...(x2)My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,My name is driftwood.