Strange store

One time i passed by this strange store

Full of crafty and googly core

I wonder who ran it more

The old bickering lady

Or her son who lived a shore

Once again i stumbled close

I saw her sitting and knitting clothes

Her smile awakened and

Called me close

As i reached she ushered me more

I bent down and listened more

Seeing her hands sore

and eyes with a strange core

"How come a little girl like you stumbled upon our store?"