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.’