Ballad of the Keys

Written by: Rhema Jones

We came to stop at half past noon
The day was June the twenty-first
But soon we’d come to realize
That this last stop would be our worst

We ate but later came to find that
We had lost the keys to the white van
“What will we do?” one friend of mine said
A panic struck, we all just ran

We searched through bags and bathroom stalls
We dug through trashcans three feet high
“Were could they be?! They can’t be found!”
All hope was lost they all just sighed

The leaders chose what they would do  
The girls would leave the boys must stay
They would wait for help to come
Enterprise would save the day!

A shiny object lay ahead
Could it be the keys to the van?
“I think I see” the driver said
Could it be? No, twas only a can 

With all hope lost we drove away
They said goodbye to gentlemen
Who chose to stay so we could leave
Pretty soon we’d see them again 

We came back home, boys later came
Today those keys still haven’t been found
Somewhere far they’re wanting for us
To come and find them laying around