THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR STEALING
An invisible fox stole my climbing boots
one night when I left them outside.
The shock was so great I looked and I looked
and I looked and I looked until I shooked
with shock it was so great.
I'd had them seventeen years in all
climbed up Snowdon and walked the Ridgeway
in summer heat, they were perfectly adapted to my feet
and then an invisible fox stole them for a bloody giggle.
I scaled the bank at the back of my garden
then whipped the arse off the bushes
and when shove came to pushes
I looked in my wardrobe again and again and again
just in case but no luck
there was no doubt a solution could never be found
having checked every inch of ground.
It took some time to find a replacement pair
not exactly bargain basement
but also worn in by other feet of ancient time
and these i'll cherish until..... my body goes right over the hill.