When I was young, my slippers were red.
I could kick up my heels over my head,
When I got older, my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But many a laugh, I don’t mind at all —
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all.
Dana Summers
April 03, 2015
When I was young, my slippers were red.
I could kick up my heels over my head,
When I got older, my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But many a laugh, I don’t mind at all —
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all.