How much for that old pair of Shoes?
(He fumbled around for some change.)
They’re not for sale, my friend, said she.
Well why are they there for all to see?
I’m trying to rearrange.
(He wiggled his barefoot toes
And wiped his runny nose.)
Rearrange what, the fellow inquired,
These raggedy shoes are about to expire,
They’d go just fine with my clothes.
I see what you mean, said she,
I’ll give you these shoes for free.
Could I have some socks and maybe a shirt,
And a pail of water to shed some dirt?
I’m really a sight to see,
You’re not so bad, but yes.
I can even give you a vest,
There’s a pond nearby, you can take a bath
Here’s a towel to dry; my name is Cath.
(He wanted to look his best.)
Freddy’s my name, he said.
But you can call me Fred.
(On return he looked great). Let’s celebrate,
We can get married, I’ll be your mate.
And she rearranged his head.