A shoemaker worked hard by day and by night,
But make money? Oh no, he did not!
If he earned any money it seemed that he spent
Every penny that he ever got.
He looked in his fridge: there was nothing to eat.
He looked in his cupboards as well.
So then when other people were cooking their meals,
From his kitchen there came not a smell.
He checked in the freezer - not one frozen pea!
His poor doggy was ravenous too
For he stared at his dish and then sat up and begged,
But had nothing! So what could they do?
“The problem,” he said, “is that children today
Buy all of their shoes in shoe shops.
In winter they love to choose nice cosy boots,
But in summer prefer their flip flops.”
He looked at his bench and what did he see?
Just one piece of leather, that’s all.
That’s all that I have and I’ll make my last pair,
But for certain they’ll only be small.
His poor dog looked hungry and oh very sad
And he followed his master upstairs.
From his bed in the corner of master’s bedroom
He watched as he kneeled for his prayers.
“Dear God,” said the shoemaker, “please hear my prayer.
Oh do help me, I beg you,” he cried
And he climbed into bed and switched out the light,
And he and his poor dog both sighed.