Treat Those Shoes With Care

            I see trouble on the foot-horizon.

            I’ve witnessed footwear strife.

            You should hearken, I’m advisin’.

            If there’s one thing in life-

            Treat those shoes with care.

            You’ll need them when you’re steppin’.

            They’re a thing to wear.

            A shoe is not a weapon.

           

            And, that applies throughout,

            to sandals, crocs and boots.

            Shoes should not be thrown about.

            Keep them on your foots.

            Shoes are not for eating,

            nor are they a cup.

            Shoes are not for hurling

            to see where they end up.

            Without them, you could trod

            on glass and cut your heel.

            Or expose yourself to hookworms.

            I’m not lying! Those are real!

            They’re not a telephone, my boy.

            or sock puppet, my son.

            The dog’s already got a toy.

            Your tennis shoe’s not one.

            Don’t hang them on the gorse

            to perplex pedestrians.

            And- your shoe is not a horse.

            You’re just a poor equestrian.

           

            Treat your shoes with care.

            For them, we have labored.

            So you found one there.

            But where’s its lefty neighbor?

           

            They won’t let you into Chucky Cheese.

            That’s the regulation.

            They disregard your ‘pretty please’.

            It’s that way across the nation.

            They won’t let you in the theme park,

            without them on your feet, and tied.

            The fact that you are barefoot

            is something you can’t hide.

            Don’t hand them to a checker,

            the doctor, or police.

            Don’t twirl them on your finger.

            It’s not a toy, so cease!

            Don’t force the buckle on your sandal,

            no, not cool to do.

            I don’t think that I could handle

            when your foot turns blue.

            If you lose them or you break them,

            there’s no place to go.

            Less factories to make them.

            They don’t grow on trees, you know!

            The general footwear dearth

            has spread throughout the land.

            Don’t you know what shoes are worth?

            This shoe thing’s out of hand!

           

            Treat those shoes with care.

            I’ve said all that you should know.

            I know that life’s unfair.

            Now, just do, ‘cause I said so.