One Shoe
On the road to Timbuktu.
I met a man with just one shoe.
He smiled at me and bid me adieu.
I asked "whatever happened to your other Shoe"?
His reply was this" I gave it to a horse"."
He lost his running the course" I have little remorse"
Walking on the cobblestone. my barefoot all alone.
I must now hobble lopsided to the King's throne.
And at the King's throne I will get a new shoe.
And be on my way to Timbuktu.
And now really I must bid you adieu.
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