There once was a woman who lived in a shoe The shoe was too small and she knew not what to do. She had no age And sisters? A few.
Yet she was lonely and wanted to skies, the flowers, the world. And when she dreamed, she smiled And when it turned into a nightmare, she fled. Never to sleep again.
This woman had a friend that did not always understand her And sometimes he said words she could not comprehend. He spoke of love, and wonder, and hope. She spoke of betrayals, anger,blue
In this world, there were things the woman from a shoe Could not do Could not control And as things changed Sorry her bells did toll.
So one day she whispered to the wind To take a trace or two to where he’d be to say that If he doth tires of me, She’d understand But that she misses his presence in her land.