Knee Socks

The girls in their knee socks

They all got it made

Just walking and whistling

In the sun, in the shade

They haven't been shown yet

How love can behave

They're happy-go-lucky

Like bears in a cave

The boats in the harbor

They're never alone

The sea licks them all day

And makes them her own

They don't think of salt rot

Or even decay

They bob in the rough tide

Like children at play