He wondered where he'd left his keys Upon a shelf, perhaps? And so, he ran in search of these. Up a flight And down the stairs In and out the mudroom Around his front lawn, too Maybe he'd left them in the kitchen? Yes! That sounded right. And so, he stepped inside. And so, his tummy rumbled. Both feet carried him forward. A hand reached for the fridge. And with a final bow, the thought was gone.