Through all the years you've served me best
Without your aid I'd not have known
The joy of walking on my own
When your first faltering steps you took
And I, my Mothers hand forsook
From that time forth I'd trusted you
And rough or smooth you've carried me through
Through schooldays bounding merrily
You skipped and danced right merrily
On moonlit jaunts down Lovers Lane
I never knew you to complain
Advancing years have increased weight
But still you keep a steady gait
And though in Flats you'd rather be
I make you walk on stilts for me
Now corns and callouses are your lot
Still up the stairs and down you trot
Till all the work once more is done
Then rest a while and off you run
You've served me well throughout the years
But age has crept up unawares
So take fresh heart my faithful friends
I am about to make amends
For you alone I'll make a tryst
With one they call a Chiropodist
They say he'll uproot all your corns
And rid you of the pain they cause
Callouses and bunions too
He'll take them all away from you
And so, renewed in strength and vigour
We'll go on many years together
If you keep a regular tryst
With your new found friend the Chiropodist
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