My black slippers are black like my hair,
My black slippers are so much fun to wear.
They wait by my bed until the next morn,
And when I awake they keep my feet warm.
And when I come home to sit and read a book,
It is up toward the ceiling they always look.
When it the kitchen Jason's supper to make,
My good old black slippers don't let my feet ache.
And down through the years as I face the cold,
I know on my soles the faithful black slippers of old.
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