Dear Jessica Brennan,
We were all so excited to find one antique child’s shoe in the wall last January when we had the house rewired.
It inspired our imaginations and had us researching a tradition that was, until that time, foreign to us. The amazing Rique Franks was so intrigued by the find that she wrote and recorded this fantastic song in honour of the shoe and the child who once wore it.
I hope our readers enjoy this with their Friday coffee.
Love,
Mum xo
Lyrics:
The Shoe (we all fall down)
Whose house is it now?
I think I’m still living here
I must’ve been dreaming
In the dark, I fear
When did I get carried away too far?
Maybe I’m still in it
Like a shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
That’s my shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
We all fall down
There’s a tree outside my window, and I know what’s outside the door
I know all the good places to hide
You’re never gonna find me
Count to 10
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Time’s up.
Ready or not
I can’t remember what happened that day
The street lights are on
It’s time to go home
Now, all that’s left me is a shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Just a shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
I was loved
I was safe
I was happy
I wasn’t afraid
It was left there for you in the future
Out of love from the past
Count to 10
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
You found what’s left of me
Just a shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Just a shoe in the wall
Ring around the Rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Time’s up 
© Rique Franks 2024
