Oh humble sock, I sing to thee,
Soft guardian of my feet so free.
With threads of cotton, wool, or silk,
You cradle toes in warm embrace, like quilt.

From dawn to dusk, you serve with grace,
In every step, in every place.
A buffer ‘gainst the world’s hard ground,
In you, my comfort has been found.

In winter’s chill and summer’s heat,
You brave the elements, no small feat.
Through rain and snow, through sun’s bright glare,
With steadfast loyalty, you’re always there.

You may be plain, you may be bright,
In colours bold or shy and light.
But in your simplicity, I find
A solace true, a peace of mind.

So here’s to you, my knitted friend,
Whose quiet care will never end.
Oh humble sock, I sing to thee,
Your simple warmth, my soul sets free.