The Red Shoes
They loved to dance.
They didn’t know why.
And when little girls frolicked
And little girls cried,
The little red shoes would glimmer and shine
For that special little girl to say,
“They’re mine.”
They loved to dance
And dance they would.
From the shadowy valley to the sun speckled wood.
They’d never stop dancing,
Through the kingdom they’d go:
Through dandelion powder and cotton wood snow,
Past mountains majestic and meadows so wide,
Past sea foam that tickled the sandy seaside,
Then back again to the girl’s humble abode,
Then out the front door to dance after a toad.
The girl they adored would sputter and pout
As she had to dance ‘til her life was worn out
But the shoes would continue as never before
Longing to dance forever more.
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