Shoes Shoes Shoes
A beetle and a butterfly were on the local news
The first insects in history to have a shop for shoes
One day - it was a Friday - someone came in looking sad
She said I need some help but you might tell me that I’m mad
I’ve waited just across the street until you had no queues
It’s new term blues and I must choose a hundred pairs of shoes
The beetle asked how many children are you choosing for
She said it’s just the one, I’m glad I haven’t any more
The butterfly then asked her why, so many shoes she buys
She said because he wears them all out, when he plays outside
Finally with sacks of shoes, she paid and left the store
She’d left the hundredth pair of shoes just sat there on the floor
The beetle tried to catch her up by following at speed
And all the time he’s shouting, ‘Come back, Mrs Centipede.’
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