Mr. Toe'Shoe

There sat a man in pink I think
If you pass, I think he would wink
Twas His big toe that had to grow
That made his big shoe suffer so

Ole Mr. Toe'shoe was witty
No one liked him what a pity
All day, he would plant seeds like weeds
If just to watch who it then feeds

Some times his seeds stayed in the ground
Afraid to come up or around
If seeds are too ole they wont be bold
They break, bend or bust in the cold

But aaww, not so with some others
They grow like sisters and brothers
Side by side his toe and big shoe
From his plants he feeds quite a few

Oh no, he hides behind the brush
Watching those who pass in a rush
Placing his potatoes or beans
Undercover checking the scenes

But how can you hide in that pink
To hide is suspicious i think
And might be the reason for woe
Most bad comes from what we dont know

Ole Mr. Toe'Shoe didn't mine
His garden would served him just fine
The good he would and for it's why
Was left to his God in the Sky