I know, I know for very sure
I have left it on the table
But there is something obscure
I think it’s absolutely unable

For me to put things some place else
I always put my stuff right there
Not in the closet or on the shelves
Under the bed or on top of a chair

No, I am absolutely sure of this
No matter how I accumulate things
It will never ever be amiss
Oh, the disorder that stuff brings

And then my hubby says with a sneer
With that item in his hand
You know where I found it dear
Just in the corner of no man’s land