My plates of meat supporting me
Everywhere I choose to be
I take for granted when I’m travelling
On Terra Firma fancy-free
Intrepidly they’ve taken me
By slipper shoe or mountain boot
Through countryside and cityscape
In backpack gear or whistle and flute
To plod along on stepping bones
Trip the light fantastic trot
Until my knees call "give up please"
We find a restful foot-spa slot
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