Lost in the land of clean laundry, where the washer and dryer roam free
Our hero, a lone sock, set out to find its missing mate
Through mountains of lint, across oceans of detergent
It trekked on, undeterred, with a heart full of cheer
For it knew that with its mate by its side
It would never have to wear a stinky, single sole again
Continue to Track 5: "The Sock Puppet of Doom"