In my wisdom it occurs to me
That a pair of socks should come in three,
It has always struck me as being queer,
How one sock seems to disappear,
If they had three socks per pair,
There would always be a sock to spare,
And so `twould minimize the shock
Of another disappearing sock.
Archie, dear friend to differ, I beg. They would still need four for Jake the peg! Danny
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I think my dryer has a hunger for colored socks, they always are disappearing! Delightful piece!