There was a lad from West Lout.
Mother made him keep his shoes out.
“On your feet they’ll drag dirt in.
I’ll have to clean all over again.”
Won’t I eventually drag the dirt out?

There was a lad from West Lout.
Mother made him keep his shoes out.
“On your feet they’ll drag dirt in.
I’ll have to clean all over again.”
Won’t I eventually drag the dirt out?
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