Till his knees and his chin came bumping together.

“My boy,” said I, in a voice like a flute,

“Why not first try your troublesome boot

On the other foot?” “I’m a goose!” laughed John,

As he stood, in a flash, with his two boots on.

In half the affairs of this every-day life

(As that same day I said to my wife),

Our troubles come from trying to put

The left-hand boot on the right-hand foot.

Farewell Old Shoe.