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I could see he was trying to make himself pout
So I gladly explained what it all was about,
"Dude, your barefeet are ticklish, there isn't a doubt
Why keep holding it in? C'mon, laugh! Let it out;
Don['t just show your disdain with that shake of the head
Give in now, just like Johnny and Bobby and Ted,
See, it ain't only me that you're fighting with dread
It's a far greater force you're opposing instead;
Yeah, the force you're resisting is more than just me
It's the spirit of tickling that sets a dude free,
When his arches and heels and his toes all agree
And his barefooter's soul fills with giggles and glee;"

Now the Dean still attempted to make himself frown
But his grin was refusing to turn upside down,
As I lapped at the soles of this man of renown
Gladly sniffing his toes while my tongue went to town;
I admonished the Dean, "Take a look all around
At the barefootin dudes laughin down on the ground,
Ticklin tootsies with joy and the love that they've found
For the laughter it brings, such a beautiful sound;
And I think I can tell why it fills you with fright
Cause it fills both your puppies with secret delight,
It's suppressing your instincts that keeps you uptight
And completely insures you'll be losing the fight;"

I applied my whole brain to his faltering case
Hearing feet-tickled laughter still filling the place,
Then I sensed a new path I was eager to trace
As I shoved my hot barefeet back into his face;
"There's another big thing I can sense to be true
There's a powerful foot-tickler inside of you,
Once your futile resistance is over and through
Then your fingers can dance like they're itchin to do;"
I was twitching my tootsies right under his nose
As he felt all the strain of the course that he chose,
In an instant, his icy composure unfroze
And the Dean of Decorum was wigglin his toes;