You can always tell which toes are mine
I never paint them, they never shine.
There is hair on the big one,
Though it initiates all the fun.
My toes aren’t pretty and my feet aren’t neat
But mine tell a story, one that can’t be beat.
My feet are rough and calloused too
From running, playing, just like you.
But my feet are much different than yours,
My feet are wise and know the score,
They know how to take me quickly away
To the mountains, to the beach or just out for the day.
My toes are mine and will never be yours
I wouldn’t give them to you, not for all the money in the
world.
My feet are beautiful, my feet are tanned,
They are the best in all the land.
They are great, accomplish great feats
Don’t you wish you were my feet?
