In the house, and on the street, how many, many feet you meet.

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!

And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.

It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.

How did it get so late so soon?

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.