Frank had a pair of boots, shiny and new,
Wore 'em every day, as good cowboys do.
One day in the mud, out on the range,
He lost his left boot, now things felt strange.
Oh, Frank, where's your boot, my friend?
Lost in the mud, where did it end?
One boot on, one boot gone,
Frank's out there hobbling, all day long.
He searched by the barn, checked by the creek,
Asked old Miss Daisy, and she gave a peek.
Through fields and pastures, with a lantern bright,
But that darn boot was out of sight.
Oh, Frank, where's your boot, my friend?
Lost in the mud, where did it end?
One boot on, one boot gone,
Frank's out there hobbling, all day long.
In the middle of the night, under the moon's glow,
Frank's faithful dog, Duke, figured he'd show.
A trail of tracks, leading to a hole,
Frank's boot was there, in an old mud bowl.
With a smile and a cheer, Frank pulled it out,
Thanked old Duke, and gave a joyful shout.
He cleaned up his boot, put it back on,
Now Frank was complete, and he sang this song.
Oh, Frank, you found your boot, my friend,
Lost in the mud, that was the end.
Two boots on, none were gone,
Frank's back to strutting, all day long.
So if you lose something dear, don't despair,
Search with your heart, and a friend who cares.
For even in the mud, treasures can be found,
Just like Frank's boot, safe and sound.
With a smile and a cheer, Frank pulled it out,
Thanked old Duke, and gave a joyful shout.
He cleaned up his boot, put it back on,
Now Frank was complete, and he sang this song.
So if you lose something dear, don't despair,
Search with your heart, and a friend who cares.
For even in the mud, treasures can be found,
Just like Frank's boot, safe and sound.
So if you lose something dear, don't despair,
Search with your heart, and a friend who cares.
For even in the mud, treasures can be found,
Just like Frank's boot, safe and sound.