In a sleepy little town, young Pinocchio lived, nose so long. Telling tales that would make noses strong! One day, he claimed to be a wealthy prince, but oh dear, his nose began to wince! With every fib, it grew a little more, until it reached out the door!

The people whispered, the people stared, Pinocchio's nose had never been so bared! In the village square, with his nose reaching high, he tried to hide it, oh my, oh my. But the truth came out, and so did his snout, making funny sounds, poking about!

With a sorrowful heart and a nose that's absurd, Pinocchio knew he had to spread the word. 'I'll never lie again, I swear,' he vowed, and that's when his nose started to shrink, oh how. Soon it was short and stubby, not to worry, no more fibbery!

One fine day, the sun shining bright, Pinocchio met a painter, skilled and quite a sight. He offered a brush and paints so merry, 'Write in your language, don't be wary.' Pinocchio smiled, for he had learned, the language of truth, all falsehood spurned.