There’s something on my shoe And I’m not sure what to do, It may be an old sweetie or chewing gum I’m cross about my shoe Because my shoes are new I’d better get off home and show my Mum As I reach the gate I decide that I will wait In case my Mum is just as cross as me But now it’s getting late Should I go and face my fate? No, I hide my shoes so that Mum cannot see! Next morning there’s a stink Mum thinks it is the sink So she pours down lots of bleach and then goes out I sit and have a think Then I go and find the stink It seems to be my shoe and there’s no doubt! I look under my shoe And it smells just like a loo Then I realize what it is, cos I’m not dumb My shoe, no longer new Is covered in dog poo So I throw it in the bin and hide from Mum!