  Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes; Two tiny feet move you along; Soft, dimpled fingers play with you oft; Two rosy lips are learning a song. Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes; Two sparkling eyes laugh as you skip. Don’t run too fast when papa comes home, The big tears fall whenever you slip. Trudge, trudge, trudge! O come, little shoes, Baby must rest, and not walk all day. Baby must sleep, and two little feet In the warm coverlet hide them away. Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes, Worn at the heel, and worn at the toe, Holding the impress of innocence sweet, And more precious the older they grow. Trudge, trudge, trudge! if all of our feet Went half as far in God’s beautiful way, There would be sunshine over the earth, And the dark places would shine as the day. endpaper divider |
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