I loved to run back then

yes I did I used to

I ran through the forest

and way past the glen

as they all used to say

 

Then one day

my father he

passed away

and malevolent stepmom

moved in to stay

 

I cooked and I cleaned

I swept and I sewed

Nothing I did was good

enough for her now

I donned my white sneakers

 

Going out for a run

for an almost woman

this was my kind of fun

My stepmom she stopped me

dead at the door

 

Said you’ll not be out running

around here anymore

On my feet were my sneakers white

as a cloud I started to run with her

henchmen a-coming behind me wielding their guns

 

A whinny I heard it was definitely a whine

A horse was in trouble I could

not be unkind

My legs they flew to find the hurt

horse I knew I heard crying

 

Just there in the woods lay a man

quite knocked out

His horse I could see his leg he held up

I spoke softly to him

that I’d be right there

 

I must first to your owner offer my aid

The young man I shook

wasn’t young as I thought

His kerchief and trousers

cost more than my truck!

 

He roused and sat rubbed

his head and sore neck

then looked up at me saying,

Oh what the heck?

It seems his great steed had twisted

his leg causing this huge lovely

man to take quite a fall

I moved to stroke the animals neck

then bent down to check there was no break

in his leg

 

Within moments I found

a stone of measurable size

removed it and saw thanks in his eyes

Just then those bad men

employed by fathers wife

 

stood around with their

guns threatening my life

but the horse though lame

put up quite a fight gave me room

to run gave me time to take flight

 

One lace of my shoe was the horse

standing on and pulled it right

off my foot as I passed

I ran and I ran but no more

could I run and the men

 

they grabbed me and dragged me

back home

 

The rest of the story you all know

quite well The horsemen did find me

The shoe fit me swell and we live happily ever after – my stepmom not so well