What horrors my feet have walked upon in
summers and in winters just the same,
that I should dare not speak of where they've been
for fear that you will rightly go insane.
I'll tell you, some of these might well be sin
if I had knowledge of from where they came.
A piece of chewing gum and then its twin
and rusty fishing lours that had no names.
I guess I should suppose it's only right
that I be hit with all these punishments,
for being barefoot is not quite a sight
for sophisticated ladies and gents.
I will still walk nearly naked despite
all of the harmful things on the cement!
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