“Galoshes,” Friend, Apr. 1972, inside front cover
Galoshes
Galosh, galosh!
It sounds like slosh,
The way galoshes do
When they go clomping in the wet
And puddly mudholes too.
Galosh, galosh!
They splish and splosh.
Galoshes are such fun!
I like to hear them flip and flop
And flogdoodle when I run.
In fact, I like galoshes—
Their name and all their sound.
I’m glad I have galoshes
To go stosh-poshing ’round.