Classic Poem

Wandering up and down one day,
I peeped into a window over the way;
And putting his needle through and through,
There sat a cobbler making a shoe:
For the world he cares never the whisk of a broom —
All he wants is elbow-room.
Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too,
That is the way he makes a shoe!

Over laths of wood his bits of leather
He stretches and fits, then sews together;
He puts his wax ends through and through;
And still as he stitches, his body goes too:
For the world he cares never the whisk of a broom —
All he wants is elbow-room.
Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too,
This is the way he makes a shoe!

With his little sharp awl he makes a hole
Right through the upper and through the sole;
He puts in one peg, and he puts in two,
And chuckles and laughs as he hammers them through:
For the world he cares never the whisk of a broom —
All he wants is elbow-room.
Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too,
This is the way to make a shoe!