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