ode to an old brown shoe

theres an old woman walking with a voodoo smile
if you see her from the back you might run a mile
she means har dwork and suffering too
but the colour of the wood is clear and true
dark brown colours through the flowing of the grain
where the dryad she disguises is sure worht the pain
clean clear and warm as you take the strain
but the beauty is of nature with no other name