Red Shoes

Red shoes, red shoes

She loved me every bit

Tis I was that polka perfect birthday gift..

Red shoes, red shoes

She walked in them her favorite mile

Holding him tight with her precious smile..

Red shoes, red shoes

Shining so bright

Snuggly dancing with him all night..

Red shoes, red shoes

Now no longer polka bold

As I watch those feet grow limping old..

Now through muddy waters am to wade

Often in a corner laid

As she looks down upon me

Her Red polka shoes I will always be !

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