There they are, the itttiest socks,
Each one of them smaller
Than tiny little rocks.
All of them an inch long each,
Warm and fuzzy, just like a peach.
The socks all lined up in an itty bitty row,
So small that there barely the size of a toe.
All the little socks are missing little feet,
For they are too small for every one
So why do they make such little socks?
No one really knows;
I guess everyone only wants warm toes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem