She lacked having two, human legs, so they bar nicknamed her foots,
Foots was a fine bar hoping star,
She was different, looked bazaar,
One day, Toots went pee in a park, then sprouted leaves, and dropped roots.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.