Jimmy Flip-Flops and the Boy With One Sneak (a pair-able)
There was an old woman who lived in a shoebox She hadn't the money to buy her son Reeboks When she tried to explain, Jim would not be consoled He ran into the night, he ran out of the fold.
For twelve days and nights Jimmy wandered the street Just hand-me-down flip-flops 'tween asphalt and feet Then he met a young lad he found exceedingly odd For his one foot was clad, while the other unshod.
His right foot encased in a Nike brand new But the left was quite bare, no trace of a shoe. I don't mean to pry, he said, you're pro'bly aware Your one Nike is grand, but the other's not there.
It's not news to me, said the boy with one sneak I've been hopping around for over a week. Was it lost? Was it stolen? Shoes come in a pair Two feet, two shoes, it only seems fair.
I didn't misplace it, and there wasn't a theft See, I got the right, my brother the left We hadn't the money for two pairs so dear So we settled for one, and the rest is quite clear.
We might have mis-thought it, the lad had to admit While the Nikes fit fine, the solution misfit Had we settled for two pair a little less pricey I'd not be hopping on my one Nike.
With that the young hopper hopped off down the road One glorious Nike to bear the whole load. The old woman's son was a little perplexed But knew in his heart what he had to do next.
When he returned to the shoebox, the old woman cried Through a ten-minute hug he was pleased to abide He looked at his flip-flops, thought I guess they'll do. Better than hopping on one glorious shoe.
(Alternate ending, or the way every parent knows it really happened):
When he returned to the shoebox, the old woman cried Through a ten-minute hug he was loathe to abide He glanced at his flip-flops, and furrowed his brow Yelled I want my new Reeboks and I want 'em both now!