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.