When I ask you, you deny it And in an effort to refute, You blame that little Pixie Of such questionable repute. "I didn't do it!" you will say, "How could you be misled Into thinking it was ME that Hid the food beneath my bed?" When I found that little puddle You didn't think that it was fair That I accused you so unjustly I'm certain there's a Fairy A true Alzheimer's gnome That has crept into our household And sabotaged our home. She's the evil one that empties All the contents of your drawers Making little stacks of clothing In the midst of all the floors. She's the one who hides my car keys, My glasses and my money In places so creative They'd surprise the Easter Bunny. Last week when I was missing Every knife and fork and spoon I searched for hours before I found them hidden in your room. When you weren't even there. Well, old girl, you've convinced me That such a fairy DOES exist 'Cause you just haven't had the time To hide the things I've missed!
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