PSYCHIC THIRTY-FIVE TOES, AND THE BRAIN DEAD FIVE

My favorite foot, is the one with thirty-five toes,

It goes where I want it, like the foot already knows,

The foot with toes, maxed at five,

Acts brain dead, it's not alive,

It really slows me down, giving me scheduling woes.

RUPERT THE TOE WITH A GLOW

There was a little Rupert, and he was completely made of toe,

And everywhere that Rupert went, the foot felt it had to go,

Rupert was the big toe on the foot,

He had a seed wart with a root,

He kept his toe nail painted, with gold polish that would glow.