Jodilee's Shoe Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You, Jodilee, you
if you lived in a shoe
and I lived in the other
I'd be your big brother.
And at night all your lace
I would tie just in case
it should rain from the sky
you would want to keep dry.
In the morning I'd wake you
get you out and then take you
to the trees and the flowers
we would wander for hours
and I might, before lunch
pick a colourful bunch
of those berries in blue
they would be just for you.
And for afternoon tea
we would sit by the tree
you would say 'What a guy,
you made blueberry pie! '
Now I wonder if you
really live in that shoe
'cause I live in mine
making blackberry wine
is it what it may seem
or was it only a dream?