To my socks, We play footsie every day, I can't go anywhere without you. To my socks, You are like a ******, when my feet are without you, They are susceptible to great danger. With you, Less so. When in shoes, Without you, is like a sweaty, fiery hell, No relief. With you, Soft, comfy, footy majestic ness. Walking on cold floors, You are still there for me. Even for that poor boy Richard, he uses socks now and then, For his silly foot, Poor boy. I admire you dear socks, They're is nothing else I would rather have on my feet.