I must admit I love my feet.
Their usefulness just can’t be beat.
My person-props deserve a hand,
For without them, I could not stand.
I could not walk or run or jump,
And if I tried, I’d just go “thump!”
I could not skip beside the street
Without my trusty, dusty feet.
I could not climb a giant tree
Without my feet right under me.
While I’m not part of the ballet,
It’s nice to know I could someday.
They are my legs’ two favorite friends,
Supporting always from the ends
And smelling pepperminty too!
That’s what I think, but what do you?
