There was an Old Woman who lived in a shoe

There was an Old Woman who lived in a shoe

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, Then bundled them off to bed, feeling quite unfed. But this wasn't your typical old woman, living a life so glum, This woman, named Mabel, had a heart full of sunshine and a resourceful thumb. She knew her "shoe-sized" home wasn't ideal, for a family so grand, So she decided to take action, with a plan and a helping hand. One sunny morning, Mabel gathered her children, a wriggling, noisy crew, "We're going on an adventure," she announced, a twinkle in her bright blue. The children, confused but excited, followed Mabel out the worn-out door, Into a world of possibilities, waiting to be explored. Mabel led them to a sprawling field, with wildflowers blooming bright, "We're building a new home," she declared, her voice filled with delight. The children, with sticks and leaves, and rocks of every hue, Created a fantastical dwelling, a dream come true. There were tunnels for hide-and-seek, and a climbing wall so tall, A mud kitchen for pretend feasts, and a cozy leaf-covered hall. Mabel, with a smile, helped them weave a roof from branches high, Creating a masterpiece, reaching for the clear blue sky. By nightfall, they were exhausted, but happy and content, Their new home, a testament to teamwork wisely spent. Mabel tucked them in, under a blanket of stars so bright, Whispering, "Sometimes, the best things in life, aren't found overnight." From then on, the "shoe" became a storage space, filled with memories untold, While their new, nature-made home, flourished, brave and bold. The old woman who lived in a shoe, proved with a creative spark, That the greatest homes aren't built of bricks, but love that leaves its mark.