Where did it go?
I looked high and low.
I looked above and below.
Have you seen it?
Someone's hiding it.
It's isn't fair.
How could they do that?
How do they dare?
Oh no, I found it I do declare.
I turned sixity, it's in this hole
way down there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was working so hard that I thought I had lost my youth, but since I retired, I think I'm finding it again. I hadn't realized that 'they' had taken it until I started finding it again. Scarlett