Red Socks and Wrapped Goods
Hanging red socks,
Above the burning woods,
Among the chattering folks,
Along with the wrapped goods,
Nothing seems to coat,
Nothing deems to veil,
That one empty space amongst the thousand fays,
On the day full of happiness,
In the kitchen where it happens,
The food would be so good,
Brings the smell to the heaven
From there you watch us happy,
From there you watch us dance,
You would not regret the day,
When you taught us to be fair.
So,
There's one for you
A hanging red socks,
Above the burning woods,
There's a place for you,
Among the chattering folks,
But amongst the wrapped goods,
There's nothing directed to you,
Perhaps it was stolen by the sneaky nephew ;)
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