To all the socks I’ve matched before,
Who travelled to and from the drawer,
I guess you’ll think I’m wrong
To leave you with the throng,
But I won’t match you anymore.
Come on, dear socks, you must confess,
This system is a crazy mess.
Twelve left socks in a row.
Where did the right ones go?
No, I’m not matching any more.
The piles of socks are always growing
Faster than I can put away.
How many odd ones? There’s no knowing.
Won’t stand here searching all the day.
Argyle can go with plain off-white,
Bold polka dot with subtle stripe.
Each of you can belong.
I hope you’ll get along,
‘Cuz I won’t match you anymore.
Now all you socks have been set free.
Go forth and live in harmony!
Just take this thought to heart:
Your life can truly start,
When I don’t match you anymore!