Over rocks,
Through the trees,
Smelling socks
Is our disease,
We're the great smelling-sock brigade.
We've got holes,
We've got fleas,
We've got moles
Stuck on our knees,
We're the great smelling-sock brigade.
For it's tie-yie-yay,
We've smelled five socks today,
And we're still going strong,
But what e'er we do,
We will tell you,
That we're the great smelling-sock brigade.
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