I’m Freda the flat-footed fairy,
My friends are the twinkle-toed lot --
They’re slippery as butter,
They flit and they flutter,
But look at these two feet I’ve got!
It’s hard on a flat-footed fairy,
When others are nimble and quick,
To have two clod hoppers
Which really are whoppers,
Good only for giving a kick.
My feet, like the lids of a dustbin,
Are big and as flat as can be,
I can’t be a leader,
I’m just poor old Freda,
The flat-footed fairy, that’s me.
But wait! Things are not always awful,
And something that does make me laugh --
I can stamp on a walnut,
A big or a small nut,
And break it quite cleanly in half!
