Had this lady walking on air
Crossing the ceiling she frowned
She was up but her dress stayed down.
What can I do? She looked around
She could clean the ceiling just like before
But now she could sweep the dust to the floor.
Sweeping to her heart's content
The floor was quickly covered with lint.
The ceiling was finished
Her shoes held her tight
Her legs were burning from the heel's height.
Turning to go from ceiling to wall
The shoes came off.
She died from the fall.