Marla

I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes

But I can't find the cello or yet the french horn

And I can't find the harp

I don't know where it's gone

And of course, you can't go without that

I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes

But I can't find your clamshells

Your file or your drill

And your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still

And of course, you can't go without that

I've looked in the attic, the cellar and hall

I've looked in the studio, study and all

I've looked in the chest where I thought it should be

I've looked in the greenhouses, one, two and three

I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes

But I can't find the dagger and oh why oh why

Can't I think what I did with that ol' skill and dye

And of course, you can't go without that

You can't possibly go without that