Mine feets are very pretty
Like drops of morning dew
Each toe abiding happily
Within, or without, a shoe.
Mine feets are very sparkly
Like bubbles in a brook
The sunshine falls upon them
And makes the fishies look.
I can go a-wadin'
Thru waters deep and dreary
But my feets don't ne'er get dirty
Tho' my face doth sometimes get teary.
My feets are made for walking
They carry me high and low!
I expose them to the sunlight
Which shines betwixt each toe.
