My Boots

My boots hold me strong to the ground
I can stomp, stomp, stomp
pound, pound, pound.
Pound the cobble stones, pound the ground.

My Boots!
My Boots!

My boots!

I splash the puddles,
crumple mighty ant cities -
When I stomp, stomp, stomp
pound, pound, pound in my Boots.

In my boots!
They are always on my side,
they protect me from the violent ravishes of the world
the dirt, the germs, parasites, knives and grime!

in my Boots!
In my Boots.

3/20/1994