Every time my feet are cold I remember that my 4th/5th grade bestie’s mom would say “my feet are cold, my teeth are gold, I have a bird I like to hold” (dr. suess I believe) and would hold her finger out and we’d perch our fingers on it like the legs of a little bird. Or sometimes she’d hold her whole forearm out and we’d use our whole hands like bird claws. we had to adjust our approximation of a bird to the size of the perch she offered.
anyway I was just reading on my fire escape and went out there without my slippers on so I was like “damn my feet are cold.
my teeth are gold
I have a bird I like to hold”
