32. Lost.
Lost.
I'm lost!
In this frost world, all alone,
Where is my home?
Mum, brother, sister, anyone?
Please help me!
I wish I was tied to my house,
By a ball of string,
So I would never get lost,
In all this fog and frost.
Will I get home for tea?
Birthdays? Parties?
Anything at all?
Is there some way in this big wide world,
I'll ever find home again?
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