Barefoot Days

Barefoot days, when we were just a kid
Barefoot days, oh boy, the things we did
We’d go down to the shady brook,
With a bent pin for a hook
We’d fish all day, fish ‘til night
But the silly fish refuse to bite!
Then how we’d slide down some old cellar door
We’d slide and slide ‘til our pants got tore,
You know that sliding down cellar doors make your clothes tear,
You’ll get a lot of splinters but you mustn’t tell where,
Oh boy, what joy we had in barefoot days!