Wash that dirty fleece,
And card those dark gray locks,
Spin it in the grease,
And knit me some wool socks.
I like my socks long,
With cables all around,
Make sure the heel's strong,
And that the toes are sound.
Well, she washed that wool,
And spun up every bit,Then she let his feet grow cold
Until he begged to learn to knit.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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