Verse 1:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had lots of magical plans.
He wore shoes of shimmering gold,
So he could cast his magic bold.
He tapped his toes and twirled around.
The magic filled the air around.
His shoes would sparkle and shine,
Making the world look divine.
He’d make a wish and close his eyes,
To conjure wonders in the skies.
With his magic shoes of gold,
Harry Harold was never cold.
Verse 2:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magical plans.
His shoes of gleaming silver,
Would help him make things better.
He’d hop and skip and swirl around,
Creating magic all around.
His shoes could sparkle and glow,
Making the air around him flow.
He’d make a wish and jump around,
Creating wonders that astound.
With his magical shoes of silver,
Harry Harold was ever so clever.
Verse 3:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magical plans.
He wore shoes of glittering gems,
Where his magic could never end.
He’d kick his feet and then take flight,
To explore the world day and night.
His shoes would shine like the sun,
Till his magic had come undone.
He’d make a wish and raise his toes,
To create the world he chose.
With his shoes of jewels and gold,
Harry Harold could never grow old.
Verse 4:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magical plans.
His shoes of diamond and sapphire,
Would help him find what he desired.
He’d dance his feet and bow with grace,
His magic filled the place.
His shoes could shimmer and glow,
Making the air around him flow.
He’d make a wish and stamp his toes,
To bring back what he chose.
With his sapphire shoes of blue,
His dreams would always come true.
Verse 5:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had magical plans.
His shoes of amethyst and quartz,
Would help him do whatever he thought.
He’d stomp and jump and spin around,
His magic would always astound.
His shoes would twinkle and gleam,
Bringing life to all his dreams.
He’d make a wish and take a bow,
To make his magic start to flow.
With his magical shoes aglow,
Harry Harold was never alone.
Verse 6:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had his selfish plans.
His shoes of ebony and shadow black,
Would help him make things crack.
He’d stomp and stomp and swirl around,
While the wicked things abound.
His shoes could shimmer and gleam,
Singing misery and sorrow’s theme.
He stomped his feet and cursed the ground,
The darkness filled the air around.
His shoes of ebony and black,
Would help him take things back.
Verse 7:
Harry Harold had no hands,
But he still had his wicked plans.
His shoes of midnight and blood,
Would help him do whatever he would.
He tapped his toes and twirled around,
The darkness filled the air around.
His shoes would bleed and weep,
Making everyone go to sleep.
He’d make a wish and close his eyes,
But the darkness would never die.
With his magic shoes of blood,
Harry Harold was no longer good.
He’d make a wish and close his eyes,
To conjure evil in the skies.
But his magic went astray,
And instead brought wings of death his way.
His shoes were too powerful to control,
And twisted his wish into a soul.
The magic shoes of midnight black,
Had taken Harry Harold back.
As his shoes of midnight bled,
Harry Harold lay still, dead.
