Ode to the Small Creature Who Takes Refuge in My Boot
The winter is hard, that I know,
What with cold winds and ice and the snow.
And I do not dispute
That you should decide
To seek out my boot
And take shelter inside.
‘Tis the season of cheer
At this time of the year;
That you should keep warm, I don’t mind.
But when I am shod, I do not wish to trod
Upon items that you leave behind.