One white welly stuck in muck and snow. How did he get there? I don’t know. One white welly shivering through the night. Which welly is he, left or right? One white welly looking very black. Stuck in the city, can’t get back. One white welly starting to thaw out. What is that tickle? It’s a sprout. One white welly drawing a big crowd. He made a garden. He’s so proud. All the neighbors, young, old, brown and white, they come together there’s no fright. They all bring wellies, pots, spades and gloves. A community full of love.