It must be there, I swear.
Over here wouldn’t be so queer?
This is rare and surely will bare?
I fear it can only be near.
Under that, that makes sense?
From he to where did it went?
Up there? I’m so dense!
I will find it. It is meant!
Down below, it has to show.
In the cushions of the sofa, can I see?
Behind the bookshelf, yes or no?
In the freezer, it cannot be.
Behind my shoes? No! No! No!
In, on or by my big blue bag?
This hard hunt is making me sad.
Not here. What a drag!
Where it went is driving me mad!