WELL SHOD:

Slip on your spring slippers, of cowslip petals,

And let us tiptoe, through all filigreed floristry,

Sipping dewdrops from rosebuds, upon our way,

We´ll go dancing lightly, through the spring of May.

 

Don your summer sandals, of silken summer sands,

And let´s waltz through waves, of spumy ocean shores,

Splashing summer, into fragrant & sunny warm June,

We´ll go sashaying, beneath the ancient ebbing moon.

 

Lace up your pretty feet, in brogues of leathered skin,

And let´s kick gaily, through old & scarlet fallen leaves,

Lifting bronzed autumn, up into golden fading skies,

We´ll bid farewell together, to sleepy coppered eyes.

 

Bury your wee tootsies deep, in boots of wool & fur,

And let´s walk wetly & wade, through sleet & icy snow,

Plodding through crispy days, of nature´s winter God,

We shall walk all seasons through, so well & truly shod.