Later when Pinocchio and Robin grew in years.
And after they both had cried a million tears.
Pinocchio would look at the twig he kept near.
A little olive branch that he held so dear.
And he would think how Robin flew that day.
But like a boomerang she came back to stay.
How like a mighty oak tree their love endured.
And just like that tree they had both matured.
For their struggles they had fought together.
They never left each other no matter whatever.
Their experiences before and after they kept.
Like a squirrel hoards nuts without a debt.
And Pinocchio found a real use for past wood.
He became like a tree but a man who understood.
How fragile love can be but also how strong.
When a friend stays with their friend long.
And he learned how to fly with Robin's care.
He heart sprouted wings from the love there.
And he became a mister with eyes that glistened.
Their friendship grew for he learned to listen.
