Verse 1:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he had lots of magic plans.
He wore shoes of shim’ring gold,
With them cast his magic bold.
Harry danced and twirled around.
Magic filled the air around.
Harrys shoes glittered and shined,
Made the world look so divine.
Harry wished and close his eyes,
Conjured wonders in the skies.
With his magic shoes of gold,
Harry Harold ne’er was cold.
Verse 2:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magic plans.
Harry’s shoes of bright silver,
Helped him make things much better.
Harry’d skip and hop around,
Spreading magic all around.
Shoes that twinkled and could glow,
Made the air around him flow.
Made a wish and jumped around,
Shaping wonders to astound.
With his magic shoes of silver,
Harry Harold was so clever.
Verse 3:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magic plans.
He wore shoes of sparkling gems,
So his magic never ends.
Kicked his feet and then took flight,
Roamed the world both day and night.
Shoes would glimmer like the sun,
Till his magic came undone.
Made a wish and raised his toes,
To create the world he chose.
With his shoes of jewels and gold,
Harry Harold ne’er grew old.
Verse 4:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magic plans.
Shoes of diamond and sapphire,
Helped him find what he desired.
Danced his feet and bowed with grace,
Wondrous magic filled the place.
Harry’s shoes could shine and glow,
Made the air around him flow.
Made a wish and stamped his toes,
Harry brought back what he chose.
With his sapphire shoes of blue,
Harry’s dreams always came true.
Verse 5:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magic plans.
Shoes of quartz and crystal glass,
Brought to life the spells he cast.
Stomped and jumped and spun around,
All his magic did astound.
Harry’s shoes would shine and gleam,
Bringing life to all his dreams.
Made a wish and took a bow,
Making magic start to flow.
With his magic shoes of glass,
Harry Harold was never last.
Verse 6:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had his selfish plans.
His ebon shoes of shadow black,
Would help him make the scorned things crack.
He’d stomp and stomp and swirl around,
While wicked things from him abound.
His shoes could shimmer and could gleam,
With sorrow’s song and misery’s theme
He stomped his feet and cursed the ground,
And darkness filled the air around.
His ebon shoes of shadow black,
Would be his way to take things back.
Verse 7:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had his wicked plans.
His shoes of midnight and of blood,
Would help him do whate’er he would.
He tapped his toes and twirled around,
The darkness filled the air around.
His shoes would bleed and ever weep,
He made the people go to sleep.
He’d make a wish and close his eyes,
But darkness did in him arise.
With magic midnight shoes of blood,
No more was Harry Harold good.
He’d make a wish and close his eyes,
To conjure evil in the skies.
But Harry’s magic went astray,
Instead brought wings of death his way.
His shoes too pow’r-ful to control,
His twisted wish became a soul.
The magic shoes of midnight black,
Had taken Harry Harold back.
And as his shoes of midnight bled,
Harry Harold lay still, dead.
