In a quaint little shop, on a cobbled street,
Lived a shoemaker with shoes so neat.
With thread and leather, he worked each night,
Till dawn's first light, with all his might.

Oh, the shoemaker with hands so skilled,
In his tiny shop, where dreams are filled.
With stitches fine, he'd mend his way,
In the world of wonder, come what may.

But one fateful night, as the moon shone bright,
Three little elves appeared in sight.
With tiny hammers and needles keen,
They worked their magic, a wondrous scene.

Oh, the shoemaker with hands so skilled,
In his tiny shop, where dreams are filled.
With stitches fine, he'd mend his way,
In the world of wonder, come what may.
But one their

But one fateful night, as the moon shone bright,
Three little elves appeared in sight.
With tiny hammers and needles keen,
They worked their magic, a wondrous scene.
a wondrous shoemaker shared their space.