Lost

Me granny’s gone missing We’ve lost the old trout I’ve warned her so often That when she goes out Take a map and a compass A whistle as well A torch or a trumpet A bicycle bell Just something that’s noisy To help in our quest A bleeper a buzzer A fluorescent vest Oh granny where are you Oh where can you be You know you’ll get mad If your late for your tea We’ve all been out looking Both near and afar Mum on her bike And me in the car We’re all worried witless And scratching our head When we find the old dear Fast asleep, in her bed © John W Fenn 20-09-2009