By Maisie Dance
How can things vanish When you live on your own?
There’s no one to take them If you’re all alone! Inanimate objects
How can they fly? Where do they go to Where do they lie? Why isn’t my book
Just where I left it Where is that letter
I’ve only just read it! There must be a reason Why objects take walks They really can’t vanish Or soar like the hawks. There’s no one to blame When it’s only just me I think I’ll give up
And just make some tea!