The Old Lady who Lived in a Shoe
Now we know why she swallowed the fly
1) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
2) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Hat.
Just Think Of That. She Lived In A Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
3) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Tree.
She Said It Was Cozy As Cozy Could Be.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
4) The Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Car.
It Ran Out Of Gas So She Didn’t Get Far.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
5) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived On A Bus.
It Was Old And Wrecked And Full Of Rust.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
6) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Truck.
Didn’t Cost Mush. It Was Only A Buck.
She Moved Out The Truck And Onto The Bus.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
7) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Box.
Her Feet Were Too Cold. She Lost All Her Sox.
She Moved Out The Box And Into The Truck.
She Moved Out The Truck And Onto The Bus.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
8) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A Lake.
For Havens Sake. Get Out Of The Lake.
She Moved Out The Lake And Into The Box.
She Moved Out The Box And Into The Truck.
She Moved Out The Truck And Onto The Bus.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
9) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived On A Boat.
It Sprung A Leak And No Longer Could Float.
She Moved Off The Boat And Into The Lake.
She Moved Out The Lake And Into The Box.
She Moved Out The Box And Into The Truck.
She Moved Out The Truck And Onto The Bus.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
10) There Was An Old Lady Who Lived In A House.
Her Kids Drove Her Crazy. Even More Than The Mouse.
She Gave The Stake. She Do Not Know Why.
They Ate Like Kings While She Ate A Fly.
She Was Kicked Out The House And Onto A Boat.
She Moved Off The Boat And Into The Lake.
She Moved Out The Lake And Into The Box.
She Moved Out The Box And Into The Truck.
She Moved Out The Truck And Onto The Bus.
She Moved Out The Bus And Into The Car.
She Moved Out The Car And Into The Tree.
She Moved Out The Tree And Into The Hat.
She Moved Out The Hat And Into The Shoe.
I Don’t Know Why She Lived In A Shoe.
Perhaps You Do.
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David E. Perry
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