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,
spun 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 fighter.
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,
spun 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 fighter.