I have two feet.
Soft feet, smooth feet, squiggy feet with little toes.
I like my feet.
In summer my feet are friends with the green grass and the dandelions. They leave their mark in the soft sand and become wrinkly in my paddling pool.
In winter my feet hide in black gumboots and splish, splosh, splash through puddles. They kick up the fallen leaves and snuggle inside thick socks in front of the heater.
I have the world at my feet.