(At the time of the writing of this poem,
a popular country western song is
These Boots are Made for Walkin',
a revival of the 1960's hit by Nancy Sinatra.
Herein an old cowboy begs to disagree with the singer
as to the purpose of boots).
Say these boots are made for walkin'?
Now, that's plumb foolish talkin'!
Let's just trace that idle rumor to its source.
Any guy who's twelve or older,
With a saddle on his shoulder,
Will tell you straight - - he's lookin' for a horse!
'Cause these boots ain't made for walkin'!
You just watch some cowboy rockin'
Like a sailor that's right newly come from sea.
Lest you want them tourists gawkin',
It's the horse should do the walkin'!
These boots are made for ridin'--that's plain to see.
See, the toe here's kinda narrer,
That allows the footgear wearer
To slide easy in the stirrup when in haste;
And the heel's a little higher;
Now son, I ain't no liar,
That just locks your foot right down there into place.
They're made higher than your Reeboks- -
Some comes right nigh to your knee box- -
That protects your calves and shinbones from the brush.
Some dude says they're made for walkin'?
He's just ignorant or mockin',
You can set him straight or ask him please to hush.
When that sweet thing's up there singin'
While her voice is still a-ringin',
I could say, "Excuse me, honey, but you're wrong!
These boots are made for ridin'!" - -
But there ain't no use collidin',
So, "Thank you, Ma'am, that's sure a nifty song!"
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