  Which must I have, little black shoes or red shoes, Little thick shoes or thin shoes, which shall be mine? In winter 'tis wet, and the roads are all dirt, In summer 'tis dry, and the weather is fine. Then come, little black shoes, 'tis now winter weather, Your soles are so thick, you will keep me quite dry; So nice and so tight round my ancles you tie. And you, little red shoes, so slender and thin, You shall wait in my draw'r till the dirt's gone away; When I'll walk with mamma when she goes to the farm, You will never feel heavy through a long summer's day. Then red shoes and black shoes, you both shall be mine, The one in the dirt I will constantly wear, The others in summer, when the walks are all dry: So thick shoes and thin shoes rest quietly here. |
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