I've lost my broken umbrella
I'm sure you are wondering why
I have lost my broken umbrella
I put it down wet, left it up to dry
Did I leave it in the restaurant?
Or leave it on the train?
The trouble with lost umbrellas is
You never find them again
I admit it was twisted and broken
I admit, like me, it was old and bent
I admit it didn't add to my status
But I still wonder where it went
But today I found an umbrella
Broken and stained and stuck
It was half on the grass, under a bush
Covered in leaves and muck
I can see why the owner left it
It's a nuisance to wash, as you see
Nobody would ever want it
Nobody else but me
Lost and broken umbrellas
Are everywhere on the ground
I lost one and I found one
Broken umbrellas, not round, but go round.
-ends-
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