Just read from a novel:
"Big feet, big feet,
feet so big
they block the street!"
And the "big feet" fought back:
"Tiny feet, lily feet,
freeze in cold,
smell in heat."
It makes me recall my paternal grandmother's freed bound feet, or liberated feet as they called them. At her time, it was extremely rare for a countrywoman to not have a pair of fully bound feet. And when she married my grandfather, some people congratulated grandpa for the "mark stones" he got, under which he could enjoy the shade in the summer. Haha, not as powerful as this pair that I copied though which blocks a street!
