THE RED SHOES
I saw her standing on the stage
A girl of very tender age
And as the music starts to play
A gentle swirl with skirt displayed
As she danced a silence came
An audience wrapt was clearly plain
The feet above the floor, it seemed
As she danced on, as if in a dream
The people looked, a quiet hush
While on the stage the feet to rush
As if the time is running short
That she should soon have to abort
She dances on, this pretty maid
Before the lights will surely fade
The music yet to reach its peak
As she dances on with nimble feet
The dance has ended, the music done
The audience now have had their fun
It's only then I hear the beat
And note red shoes upon her feet.