I was missings my book.
I thought it had been took,
But I found it in time,
In a bowl with a lime.
Then along went my head,
Where my little voice said
“You’ll find your book
In the last place you look.”
But that was such a bore,
So I looked ’round some more.
I looked in the den.
There my book was again!
I looked under my sofa,
And my book had moved ofa’.
But I’m not satisfied
‘Til my head knows it lied.
I’ll prove my head wrong,
No matter how long
It takes.
The Daily Travesty 