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I was blushing again at the cheek of the thought
And the robe was denying the peek that I sought,
But I shook my head clearly to speak as I ought
While the Angel stood tall in the grace that he brought;
Surely barefootin's just what an angel would choose
For in heaven there couldn't be cause to wear shoes,
When to do so would give him a case of the blues
And his footwear would be the first thing he would lose;
But this lucky idea just banished my dread
Though I couldn't stop blushing a really deep red,
Lines of angelic barefooters danced in my head
And they gave me resolve as I saucily said;

"Dude, you ain't never gonna find no shoes on me
Cause I keep my big tootsies unfettered and free,
It's a passion I feel to the strongest degree
I'm a barefootin fool, and it's easy to see;
I began as a toddler, I', happy to say
When I had any shoes on, they got in my way,
Til I kicked them both off and then threw em away
I've remained a barefooter to this very day;
Shoes were forced on me sometimes when I was a kid
Because children must often do just as they're bid,
But I always protested, I ran and I hid
And my very first chance then to barefoot, I did;

Then I quite quickly learned as a very small boy
When my barefeet got tickled, it gave me great joy,
So real early I started to work up a ploy
To get tickled by acting provokingly coy;
It became quite a game with a friend I played when
I would flaunt my feet two or three times or else ten,
And I'd notice him looking again and again
Once he couldn't stop watching, I'd make my move then;
When he'd stare at my barefeet as much as I chose
I just left them in reach, almost under his nose,
Then I'd start absentmindedly wigglin my toes
And his Inner Foot Tickler reliably rose;