After Pinocchio talked to the girl
She told him how she became a squirrel.
That she wanted to be a girl, again.
All he would have to do was be her friend.
She had become enchanted by an evil witch.
Because of her ways she would not switch.
The witch kept her hair the color of red.
Changed her to look like a squirrel instead.
Pinocchio realized they were both entranced.
Fated to meet by the puppet masters perchance.
A meeting that some oracle might have known.
Both left to figure it out all on their own.
Puppet masters with their dolls on strings
Pulling their strings to see what it brings.
Making us dance as we go through changes.
Rewriting our histories as life rearranges.
Knowing what is best because we are made
Not just for who we are but how we trade.
Giving insights in this thing called life
Brought on by good times and by strife.