Where, oh where, has that little dog gone?
I have no idea where he’d be.
I’ve searched all over the house, three times,
and he’s nowhere that I can see.
He’s not beneath the covers this time,
or hidden in one of your drawers.
He’s not fallen down behind the couch
or hiding behind cupboard doors.
I’ve tipped the boxes out on the floor
and sifted through all of the junk.
I’ve looked behind the books on the shelf
and inside the old wooden trunk.
I’ve looked outside on the trampoline
and even looked up in the tree.
He’s not behind the new water tank.
I simply don’t know where he’d be.
I’m terribly sorry my darling,
but unless you can tell me where,
I won’t search for him a second more.
You’ll just have to sleep with your bear.