The old women in the shoe?
“Git outta my shoe!” she cried
You see she was kinda crabby

Could be all those children
Some say she fostered nine
Others say close to 28  

Hard tellin’ really
She had this High-top Converse
Converted to a house

Somewhere’s up on the East side
Corrugated metal kept out the rain
From comin’ in the top

Whenever it rained
Man you shoulda’ heard that roof sing
Though sometimes you could hardly think

There was this little door
Cut into the heel
That’s where she might greet you  

So long as you brought bread,
You could listen and understand
And could lend a helpin’ hand