. . . He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous huge floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked close and he saw two huge rows of sharp yellow teeth, and he realized his mistake.      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 this sorry boy to life    She pulled some strings, spilled him about    That boy sprang up and began to shout   "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face    They are alive!"   And she would cry, "Liar, liar!    What have I done?    You're no lover, and I'm no figher"       (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   "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    Until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean    But still he walked on    Amongst the whales and waves    And screamed, "Liar, liar!"    And his wooden body floated away    He just drifted away   And now I wonder how I was made    Now I wonder how I was made   My arms, my legs, my heart, my face    My name is Driftwood