Little Miss Blue a-fairing would go
To ride the rides and see the shows
Whilst on her way she spied a lack
Her bag was gone, she held no sack
She searched and sought and seeked and spied
Made longs lists of where it might hide
The corner drug, the grocery store, the dentist office waiting room?
The parking lot, the playground slide, the forest path beside mushrooms?
Over here and over there and back and forth again
Her living room, her dining nook, the closet in the den
Under rocks and over barrels, behind the barnyard shed
From brook to vale to traffic light along her path she sped
She’ll look and lack and long and lust but never find her prize
For all her vigor, vim and verve and all her weary sighs
She dreams the bag, she dreams the fair, she dreams the fruitless quest
Awake! Arise! Arrive! Attain! Her hunt is but a jest!