One day, one day, one day
How long ago I do not know
You felt inside your shoe
Something strange and new?
It drew an ugly word
One daaaaaaay
One day, one day, one day
How long ago I do not know
You saw upon your shoe
Something very old to view
A clod of mud or two
Between the heel and sole
One day, one day, one day
How long ago I do not know
You tried to clean your shoe
Twas something hard to do
The mud (was) hard as you
Between the heel and toe
One day, away, away
One day, one day, one day
I knew, I knew, I knew
I felt it too
A clod of mud to be
Is no bright a destiny
And no brave a hero he!
Who bears this clot that's
Me...
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