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
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