My Little Shoes

Little shaped shoes
Bored and alone
No one to talk with
No one to dance with
Little shoeless babies
Bored and alone
No one to talk with
No one to dance with
Until that very day
When they found each other
Cooking together
Playing together
On a crispy winter morning
they awoke to the sun
Loving nature
Loving each other everyday
The baby bounced with the shoes
The shoes were as sparkly as glistening gold
Now they’re all grown up
But they still love each other, to the moon and back