Going barefoot in the Spring... Sweet vernal earth to my soles does cling. Fresh new buds round my toes-ies spring. I notice barefooting in Spring. Now going barefoot in the Summer Is GROOVY, YO, and not a bummer. What could honestly be funner Than going barefoot in the summer? And going bare-soled in the Fall Loses none of its appeal at all, Except for FREAKING ACORNS that do fall Beneath my soles and cast a pall. Going barefoot in the Winter Is fraught...yet cooling 'Cause neighbors stare at me and wonder WHO THE HELL I THINK I'M FOOLING.
