Give me a smallish sized pebble,
A sock with a wrinkle,
A scuff so deep it's see through,
But save me from a squeaky shoe.
I'll take an invisible splinter,
A rubbed hard blister,
A strap that's hard to buckle,
But save me from a shoe that squiffles.
For every step I'm taking,
A squeak that keeps the rhythm,
A squiffle that taps the timing,
I'll tiptoe through my walking.
I have no music talent
Except on days I'm wearing
Those dreadful squeak-o-ramas
I could be a band's percussions.