I am Miss Hoarding, anxiously boarding
I'm wearing three reversible dresses
I've multiple pockets, hand bags, tote handbags
Three packing lists, just adding more stresses
I interrogate those I sit beside
'How was your meal, your drink?' I mean no harm
'Would you like my shellfish? I'll try your dish
May I save your bread?' It works like a charm
I like to show young flyers what to do
Like the button which lifts the seat arm rest
Let's just get a comb or toothbrush or two
A pen, playing cards, and then we can rest
I save for a sunny or rainy day
I squirrel old, torn, plastic bags away
A plastic bag could make you a rain hat
I bet you have never thought about that
No one should travel without spare buttons
I always carry two needles, ten threads
I have a pillow, lots of luggage keys
If I had a lorry I'd take spare beds
I have uses for an old pillowcase
I've had it so long, don't know where it's gone
I do have a place for everything
The problem is nothing is in its place
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