It’s the bane of my existence,
it’s the thorn in my side
It plagues me with persistence
To this fate I am resigned
Oh, I’m the queen of losin stuff
No matter how I try
It always leaves me in a huff
When there’s something I can’t find!
I always leave my keychain
In my little bag with stripes
But somehow the bag never remains
faithfully by my side.
I tear the house apart
lamenting, “I’m sure it was right here!”
But I may as well be searching in the dark
For when I check the last place seen, my trinkets are nowhere near.
I carefully choose where to set things down
then scurry about to tidy my nest,
and in all the bustling and shuffling around
Where the hell my things went, is anyone’s guess!