Now , what am I looking for.
Ya ware them in
the rain, and ya ware them in the snow,
Ya ware them in
the mud, and everywhere you go,
Ya keep them in
the car, in case of floods you never know,
Ya can’t do
without them, left behind it is a blow,
And what I’m
looking for, my WELLIES high and low
Owd Fred
Ode
to a Welly
My wellies your
wellies and kids wellies too,
Clean wellies
dirty wellies some there full of pooh,
New wellies old
wellies some with holes right through,
Country wellies
town wellies, a big long rubber shoe,
Shiny wellies
dull wellies and coloured wellies new,
Chewed wellies
torn wellies, on the bonfire threw,
Smelly wellies
pongy wellies some we have out grew
Wellies we can’t
do without, often must renew.
Owd Fred
Wellies large and large wellies small
Wellies large
and large wellies small, of sizes there are many
Some are black
some are green, and they cost a pretty penny,
Some are painted
in bright colours, but still ya feet they smell,
Trample through
the mud and ditches, through the house as well.
The kids they
have them round the farm, they hold the water in,
Walking out
through deep puddles, wet through to the skin,
How much water
they will hold, and your feet an-all,
Tip them out on
the door mat, make mother shout and bawl.
Owd Fred
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