Footloose and Footless

FOOTLOOSE AND FOOTLESS Children just don’t remember they’ve got feet And deliberately fall, giggling - it’s sweet Treading the leaves in gutter here: It don’t hurt to fall on your rear. Bursting handfuls of big yellow leaves - Oh, what a collection-pattern it weaves: Red, orange with spots of lavender - Love-given bouquet for indulgent mother. Look in the mirror but it’s not you; The real you is inside you : Nothing to do with rears or feet. Being three years old is so neat.