There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
and a man who lived in a house.
The old woman had four thousand, three hundred and twelve young'uns
That she could do better without.

One day the man from the house, came to the old woman in the shoe
and told her what she could do.
The old woman's eye widened in glee
and pleaded him to tell her too.

The man from the house yabbered and sputtered
about the spoils of youth these days.
The old woman just god fed up and said
"Get to the point and show me the way."

The man stopped, then said in a hushed tone
what the old woman in the shoe could do.
He told her to put all four thousand, three hundred and twelve into the giant frying pan
and later turn them into stew.

The old woman was shocked by the man's words
and scolded him fro child abuse.
The man from the house looked sheepish a moment
and thought up another method for her to choose.

Thus the plan was told, the man quite bold
and the old woman agreeing happily.
She told all her hoodlums in the shoe
to go to the house of the man today.

So all four thousand, three hundred and twelve
packed all their bags and stuff.
But they did so quite unjoyfully
sprouting profanities and guff.


Meanwhile the old woman from the shoe
was rubbing her hands slyly.
The man from the house's plan was wonderful indeed,
the chances of failing was unlikely.

What happened in the man's house was a secret and thus,
no one knows what happened to this day.
'though everyone has hunches that
the children suffered in a bloody way.

And what happened to the old woman in the shoe
who lived on with the murder of thousands?
She kept her end of the deal with the man in the house
and married him, hand in hand.

What happend next was much a surprise
as the old woman died grusomely.
As the man's modus operandi
was to demolish the shoe for more property.

~END