I’ve lost the jingly-janglers,
the jangles that jingle,
the thing that turns clockwise
for the vroom-vroom-mobile,
the thingamajig, the huddelifut
all that I wish is for them under-foot.
You know dear, the veeblefetzer,
the things on the gubbin?
It’s fine, dear, I found them, top shelf of the oven.
The whatchamacallits
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