Bare Feet

I wash and wash
And scrub and rub
While I soak them in the tub
There’s so much mud
And other crud
Under my nails
Like slime from snails
And hay from bales
And splinters from sticks
I’ve got thorn pricks
There are cuts and slices
Oh what a crisis!
I’ll never play barefoot again
No sir
I’ve learned
That bare feet invite troubles
Which is why I’m stuck here
Out of cheer
In all these bubbles.