Stevie Taite - Poor Little Pinkies lyrics

My dearest little pinkies With your tips of ruby treasure I know you'll be complaining Soon And screaming your displeasure Say hello to socks and boots The weather is the reason And that pedicure I got you Was the last one of the season You're happiest when you can wriggle freely all the day But sadly you must kiss goodbye To flip flops til next May You'll moan at being squashed and sore I'll promise as you groan Of freedom from your clompy cells As soon as I get home.