There was a man with purple socks.
The town idiot, you could say.
He would only wear purple socks,
as he walked to town each day.

The townspeople found him to be a very grotesque,
terrible, frightful man.
However all he wanted to do,
was show of his fair tan.

Then one day the man met a woman,
who wore not a single stitch.
He fell in love with the fair maiden,
even though the town called her a witch.

And so he asked for her hand,
and she graciously denied.
“How could I marry a man who wear socks?”
she asked him one fine night.

The man swiped off his socks in reply,
and to his great surprise,
the maiden ran off screaming,
and it was then that the man realized…

From all his days walking,
naked to and fro,
his body had turned a golden brown,
but his feet were white as snow.