Mary, Mary, where's your shoe?
Lost somehow, what will you do?
Search the garden, search the park,
Find it quick before it’s dark!
It is missing, it is lost,
It is stolen, what a cost!
Mary, Mary, don’t despair,
Keep on looking everywhere.
As the stars begin to shine,
Think of places that are fine.
In the grass or by the gate,
Missing shoe will soon await.
Check the bushes, look around,
Must be hiding on the ground.
Ask the birds and ask the trees,
Ask yourself, my little miss.
:)
Mary, Mary
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