Little Shoes


Beneath a pile of rubbish,
I found a prize one day;
It was a little pair of shoes,
Worn out and thrown away.

With tears I looked them over and over,
And tied the two together.
They looked as if they'd seen the days
Of rough and stormy weather.

The little heels were all run down,
And on the toes the leather
Was worn and torn and out of shape
With tramps through mud and water.

Where are those little restless feet
That wore the shoes so long?
Far, far away; when shall I hear
Their patter on my floor?

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