My parents are rich and quite well off
For me they would pay out the nose
And even though my birthday's here soon
I have a suggestion to pose

I've gotten pets and flowers and things
Half of I don't know their names
I�ve gotten clothes and baubles and herbs
Houses, trees, fountains and games

I have a giraffe that I like to call Fred
And a frog, I call him George
A diamond necklace that's three miles long
And my very own personal forge

Masks and costumes, skirts and shirts
Fish and ponds and toys and books
A study, a chest, a pink zebra dress
A large pink gem that enhances my looks

A coat, a boat and a ferry man
His name is Garret, he's cute
A personal carriage and driver for me
And an authentic Sarapis suite

I have mirrors and makeup and fine glass beads
Shoe strings, boot laces and more
I even have a star that's been named after me
And frilly cuffed dresses galore

But one little thing that I haven't got
And I find it quite necessary
Is nice warm pair of colored wool socks
Whether fashionable, cute, old or scary

The socks, they and I, we'd be great pals
I�d name them Wilma and Zap
I�d wear them all day and wash them at night
So I�d no longer be a sockless sap

I�d strut my stuff if they had stripes
I�d show them off if they had spots
I�d pull my pants up to my knee
And lovingly scrub them in my mama�s pots

I just want a pair of pretty foot covers
So parents, loves, please don't forget!
For a pair of good socks can be your best friend
For you have not one but a set

I fear I shall faint most dead away
If I receive yet another Snow Yak
I only wish to have nice woolen socks
Anything else, I'll give back!!


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 387 AF.