Knox+Robert

Robert Knox My Sock My sock, my sock, o where could it have gone I’ve checked upstairs and down, but nothing found I continue to search and search `till dawn Rummaging throughout but still I do frown Checking under pillows and other spots O where o where could this lonely sock be I keep searching and I start to get hot Could be under a rock or top a tree Think; think I begin to say to myself This small sock could not have gotten too far It could be on the floor or on the shelf Now what’s this that I see under the bar? A black sock with blue stripes under a seat At last I found it my life is complete