Late one night, Geppetto was asleep in his bed. It was quiet through out the house. Two months had passed since Pinocchio's birth and Francesca's tragic demise. Pinocchio was a troublesome little one, but Geppetto was doing his best. But suddenly, Geppetto was awoken by a sound he had already been getting used to. Pinocchio was screaming and crying in his bedroom. Geppetto was getting used to this still. Most of what he had to do was taking it's toll on him, but he knew raising a baby, even by himself was not meant to be easy. Nevertheless, he woke up out of the bed, put on his slippers and made his way to Pinocchio.

Geppetto walked into the room to find the screaming infant fidgeting about while he cried. Geppetto reached into the crib and picked the boy up very gently.

"Shh. Shh. Don't cry, little wooden head. I've got you."

Pinocchio stopped crying as he felt his father's arms around him and he reached out happily to Geppetto. Geppetto looked at him and said, "There, there, Pinocchio. Daddy's here. Everything's gonna be alright."

Then he began to sing for the boy.

"Little wooden head with eyes that shine
Little wooden head that's made of pine
In a weary world you do your share
Spreading laughter everywhere
Little wooden feet and best of all
Little wooden seat in case you fall
Never let a single tear be shed
My little wooden head"

Pinocchio fell asleep again in his daddy's arms as Geppetto covered him back up with the blue blanket and held him for a little while. Pinocchio felt safe and happy as he slept in Geppetto's arms all nice and bundled up. Geppetto placed Pinocchio back into the crib and stayed the rest of the night with him as he fell asleep in the nearby chair.