Moving Along

It's coming I see where my toes will fit It's a little more than a lump But my toes will fit Momma said," Stay with me, Don't travel about. The escalator will bite and suck you in. No more toes, And it will win." I've never listened before Now I end up stuck in the floor Sucked into the moving walkway The floor is no more Perhaps I'll become an exit sign Only work when people pay a dime Here I stand Toes stuck in airport land Caught my toes in the airport escalator