“Uncle Doug,” said Imogene,
“I think that it would be quite keen
To take a stroll around the block—
But,” she exclaimed, “You have no socks!”
“Don’t you think that rather bold?
And won’t your ankles get quite cold?
And what will all the people say
If you should stroll outside that way?”
“Imogene,” her uncle said,
“You needn’t worry your dear head.
For I do carry socks, you’ll note,
Right in the pocket of my coat.”
“White socks,
Blue socks,
Maybe one or two socks,
And who cares what the people say?
I like to...