Whose sock this is I do not know;
I found it in my dresser though.
I’ll say I thought it very queer,
This garment of somebody’s toes.
I had a feeling, quite like fear
When it did suddenly appear;
I must confess, I did quite shake,
And yet, I did not shed a tear.
One sock does not a good pair make,
So I must ask someone to take
This sock; for it I will not keep,
It coming to me by mistake.
The night is cold and dark, and deep,
So I’ll go, woolen socks to seek,
And pairs to match before I sleep,
And pairs to match before I sleep.
