The Mall

There once was a lady
Who sat in a mall
On one lonesome bench
In the midst of a hall




They all passed her by
In one steady flow
In all color, shape, size
They all needed to go




Somewhere here, somewhere there
In their paces it showed
There was no time to spare
In this busy, busy mode




There once was a lady
Who sat in a mall
There she sat, and she sat
And she sat through it all