Unsuccsockful

Unsuccsockful Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs, Everything always happens in pairs, Except socks. If one child's ill, another follows, The fridge breaks down, the washing machine swallows The socks. The cat gets stuck at the top of a tree, Fall over the Lego, hole in my knee - Like the socks. The toast burns, the dog is sick, It's eight o'clock, oh do be quick. WHERE ARE MY SOCKS? In the drawer there are long ones, And short ones And thick ones And thin ones And brown ones And black ones And grey ones. But where is a PAIR? Not there. I despair.