Have you seen my daddy’s shoes?
I wore them just the other day.
They’re shiny and they’re black,
A perfect pair for outside play.
I put brother’s in the kitchen, sister’s on the stair
Mother’s in the cellar cupboard.
But my daddy’s, oh my daddy’s shoes,
He cannot find them anywhere.
Each of my children has gone through “the shoe stage.”
Little Timmy has not been an exception.
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