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Shoo! Shoes! Shoe!


Shoo! Shoes! Shoo!

Clickety, clackety, clackety click.
My noisy shoes just make me sick.

I can't get away with stuff since I got 'em.
(I guess that's why my mother bought 'em.)

When I try to creep to the cookie jar,
I never make it very far.

When I try to slink up and scare my cat,
I'm busted in two seconds flat.

When I try to slip in late from school
My parents know I broke their rule.

I can't play cop and look for clues.
I can't get any secret news.

I never win at hide and seek.
These shoes make me a lousy sneak!

I can't tickle my dad when he's taking a snooze.
I hate these lousy, noisy shoes!

Clackety Clickety, Clickety Clack!
(That was the sound of me taking them back).

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!