Where’d my keys go, where’d they hide?
They’ve sprouted legs, they’re not inside,
The dish or on their labeled hook,
On the floor? NO! I looked!
Not in the door or on the bar,
Not in the slot to start the car.
Not in the dirt or on the seat,
NOT ON THEIR HOOK, may I repeat!
Did I drop them at the mall?
I drove—but then? I don’t recall!
Careful now, I must retrace,
To every toilet, every place,
That I have sat or leaned or stood,
Where I have traveled, or I could
Have lost them—oh I hope they’re dry…
O drat! They’re jingling on my thigh!