I love the sound the steel makes as it slides over the knife
Fifty two, fifty three, fifty four, all the way to one hundred
Now it is so sharp, so beautifully shiny, oh so sharp
Lovingly I wrap it in it’s own soft velvet wrapping

Next comes my little baby, my wonderful bone saw
With it I will take my souvenir, the left foot
I have a whole shelf full of left feet, all in a row
I giggle as I chant, “left, left, pick up those left feet.”

I am almost rolling on the floor laughing, doubled over
Tears running down my cheek, that’s how hard I laugh
Showed that drill sergeant what for, he was my first
Time to go, time to add another left foot to the collection