Well, Sunday broke into a dance routine that went from Jimmy Slyde to Fred Astaire to Bob Fosse all the way to Michael Jackson. And every morning their shoes would sparkle, brand new. Every night Sunday, invisible in her magic scarf, would follow. When Reverend came in to wake the boys, he found all their shoes in front of the bed, clean and sparkling.Įvery night for a month the brothers would sneak out to the Ballroom. Swirling her magic scarf, she said, "Wooh Great Googah Moogah Sugah Boogah." And she made the torn-up shoes vanish and brand-new ones appear. The brothers piled their worn-out shoes in front of their bed and went to sleep. Sunday hurried through the secret passage, and by the time the brothers got back, she was snoring like a little bear on the other side of their door. Sunday ran ahead of them 'cross the rooftops. And just before the sun came up, they all dashed out of the Ballroom. Each couple seemed to out-dance the other swingin'.īy the end of the night everybody's shoes were worn to threads, messed up, torn up, stinky, dirty, jacked up.
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