Hello, tall shoesnI don't remember when I last filled you but,nYou can be sure I do remember you well.nI'm no St. Denis, no barren stop on my shouldersnAnd still I always find my head in my hands.nThere are four dogs in the park, none ofnthem belong to me butnThey all seem friendly enough.nThough I have friends here to and fro nand I don't spend many nights alonenI still feel more at home with these mutts.nI am never alone.nDon't remind me that it's so.nI need a covering and I need a cloak and what I need I must makenAnd what I make is my own.nThis is not like it was when we were cubs when we were young,nAnd we made up our own rules.nThis is not like it was when we were cubs when we were true,nAnd we used Chinese junk for jewels.nBut in the weaker of my two hearts,nWell I still think there's a spark and if I'm smartnI'll wear it on my shoes.nBut I am never alone.nDon't remind me that it's so.nI need a covering and I need a cloak and what I need I must makenAnd what I make is my own.n