Black Socks

can be sung in a round

Black socks, they never get dirty
The more that you wear them the darker they get.
Black socks, I think I shall launder them
But something keeps telling me don’t do it yet
Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet


EXTRA VERSES:
White socks, they always get dirty
The more that you wear them the blacker they get.
Someday I think I shall launder them
And something keeps telling me do it right now
Right now, Right now, Right now, Right now

Knee socks, they never stay up
The more that you wear them the lower they get
Sometimes I think about anklets
But something inside me says, “Oh no, not yet”
Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet