I can’t find my dog,
I can’t find my frog,
I can’t find my snake,
He’s not in his log.
I can’t find my cat,
I can’t find my hat,
I can’t find my shoes
Last left on the mat.
Outside it rains,
Outside it pours,
Outside is where
I found them all
Wet and muddy,
Scattered about.
I did not fuss
I did not shout, instead
I watched them play and smiled at
How my cat made a boat
Out of my missing hat;
How my shoes caught the rain
For my frog to sing and bathe,
While my snake slithered down
A rapid gutter stream;
And all this time my dog was asleep,
Snoring away in his own wet dream,
So barefoot, I leaped
From the door to the street
And danced away my troubles,
Without an umbrella,
Puddle after puddle.

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