M.S.A. and the Old Lady in the Shoe

The Old Lady

There was an old lady

Who lived in a shoe

She took care of Al

And sometimes boo-hooed

I must have slave

Written all over my face

Because when he speaks

I begin to race

I get so tired of

Speeding around

I just want to scream

And throw myself to the ground

I know he is ill

And my heart bleeds I swear

But give me a break

So I can breathe in new air.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd