Lost In the Crowd

Whatever thing it is you lack Is in the cupboard at the back. You didn't know you'd one of those And that is why the door won't close. You've searched for that thing everywhere And now you find it hidden there, Because it's borrowed a disguise From things you just don't recognize. Perhaps you never wanted these, Perhaps the fairies like to tease You into thinking that you bought So many things without a thought, So many things you'll never use, So many things you'd never choose. Not to worry, here's how to win: Just throw them all into the bin.