Galoshes and a Diaper Bag

written for my aunt, Oza Mae Cooper

Oh come and hear my story
Of the lady and her shoes
She was such a happy lady,
And she never sang the blues.

She was kind to every person.
She did nobody wrong.
She went about her housework
With laughter and with song.

For shoes she wore galoshes,
And she liked them oh so well.
She often took them in her hands
And polished them a spell.

And if someone should hide them
She might not be so nice.
And they always came up with them
When she pinched them once or twice.

You could see her in the garden
Just working to and fro.
It was hoed out oh so nicely
With galosh tracks down each row.

Her "Daddy love" would often say,
"Sweetheart you look so neat
With your pretty clothes and ribbons
And galoshes on your feet."

And when she travelled with a group
She behind would never lag.
She was wearing her galoshes,
And she had her diaper bag.

Vester Cooper
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