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Aglet lullaby.
Aglet oh aglet,
you drag on the ground
being scraped and stepped on,
as I walk around.
You're one of four,
yet you've always been my favorite.
Switch it fancy laces?
Hah, forget it.
Once you were pretty,
smooth, plastic,
Now you're chipped and frayed,
And not-so-fantastic.
Aglet oh aglet,
The places you've been,
I've got new shoes,
so you now reside in a Goodwill bin.
