Text: Shirley Temple. In Our Little Wooden Shoes.

Have you seen my new shoes
they are made out of wood,
Such nice little shoes,
don't you think they look good?
I can dance all around
with the greatest of ease
I jump from the ground
to the tops of the trees.

I'll tell you something
I'm going to try
Put on your shoes
and away we'll fly,
We'll take a trip

where ever we choose,
We'll dance and skip
in our little wooden shoes.

How many miles will you travel with me,
One mile or two miles or may be three.
We'll make a stop where ever we choose,
We'll skip and hop
in our little wooden shoes.