The Old Ladies Mouse.
Tippie - toe - tip -toe tiny footprints in the snow.
"Whose are they?
We ask, does anybody know?"
"Well I heard tell,says one old man
They belong to yonder house.
That those tiny little footprints belong to little mouse.
Well they've been living there for years now
and no-ones ever said."
"Doesn't that old lady have a cat?"
"No said the man I do believe it's dead.
That dear old lady who lives in that small house
is best of friends with Tiny her mouse.
She feeds him on cake, cheese and bread.
Well she has ever since she found her cat was dead.
So that dear old lady will not be alone
she befriended a mouse and gave him a home.
There are nights when I'm passing by that small house
I hear song and laughter from the old lady and mouse."
THE NEW HER
SHE USED TO BE ME
SHE USED TO BE LIKE ME
SHE WAS LIKE ME
BUT SHE WAS NOT ME
SHE WAS NOT LIKE ME
SHE HAD CAPABILITIES
BUT NOW THEY HAVE HER
SHE HAD TIME
BUT NOW IT HAS HER
THE NEW HER...
SHE WAS A GO SETTER
BUT SHE NEVER SETS WHATS FOR HER
THE NEW HER...
CHANGE IS GOOD
HOW GOOD?
THE NEW LADY IN TIPPIE TOES
THE NEW HER IN HILLS
THE NEW HER IN TIGHT CLOTHING
WHAT TO PORTRAY?
NOTHING BUT THE PEOPLES EYES TO FEED ON
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHAT OCCURRED?
LOOKS BAD RIGHT?
NO IT IS NOT
SHE HAS BECOME INDEPENDENT
A WOMEN OF MY OWN AGE
THE NEW HER...
IT HAS CREATED HUMANITY IN HER
AND CREATED RESPECT IN HER
JUDGE NOT FOR YOU DO NOT KNOW
THE NEW HER.....
THE NEW HER....
making up for years of lack,
unable to speak,,the heart held back,
oh, how it looks so selfish and absorbed,
as if seeking attention, the heart wants to love more,
unexplained, you just do as i say,
as if losing the freedom to speak, a voice at bay,
"simon says" was a cruel game to be played,
it stunted my growth as if i couldn't understand the directions he gave,
so here i stood, always striking out first,
to stand to the side, to watch and observe,
and it wasn't so bad to just watch and see,
because next time i just told the better player some strategy,
i wasn't on my tippie toes to wanna jump back in the game,
so then i started to strike out on purpose, ide rather help motivate the game,
sure enough, simons game got old,
there was a new game in town, "Twister" unfolds,
highly motivated, my favorite game!,
Parker Brothers,,i commend you!! you got the right aim!!! ;)
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