[FOsen]

Hi, I’m Vi, this is Guy and that’s George and Lorraine,
We've some words of advice you might heed to your gain;
We're the Fissures of Soles, and we think you could do
With some polishing up and become our New Shoe.

We would so like to help you get up on your toes,
Lose that crud at your heels and those moth-eaten hose.
If New Shoes hold their tongues and sport showier laces,
They'll soon find they're taken to all the right places.

And New Shoes, once they're burnished and thoroughly shined,
May discover they're paired off with something refined.
A New Shoe who can take some hard use and bad weather,
Mind its uppers, not squeak, why, that's our kind of leather.

But a shoe that won't fit or be comfortably broken
Or coordinate well with the better bespoken,
That New Shoe will soon find that it's out of our set—
And that we haven't trod on it properly yet.