I’ve got shoes with grown up laces,
I’ve got knickers and a pair of braces,
I’m all ready to run some races.
       Who’s coming out with me?I’ve got a nice new pair of braces,
I’ve got shoes with new brown laces,
I know a wonderful paddly places.
       Who’s coming out with me?

Every morning my new grace is,
“Thank you, God, for my nice braces:
I can tie my new brown laces.”
      Who’s coming out with me?