Forlorn Little Mitten!
whoosh... soft snow falling... A little mitten in the snow Sits all by itself. Its pair is somewhere far away, It slipped off from the shelf. No warm hand, no...
whoosh... soft snow falling...
A little mitten in the snow Sits all by itself. Its pair is somewhere far away, It slipped off from the shelf.
No warm hand, no twin to hug, Just snowflakes drifting down. It droops a little, lonely-blue, The saddest mitt in town.
FORLORN! For-LORN! So lonely and so blue! FORLORN! For-LORN! It's missing me and you!
whoosh...
It waits and waits beneath the flakes, A small and quiet thing. Then — footsteps! Someone running back! Oh, what will morning bring?
FORLORN! For-LORN! So lonely and so blue! FORLORN! For-LORN! It's missing me and you!
whoosh!
"THERE you are!"
(...found at last.)