Here’s a little story about the missin’ piece.
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
And it took off
it sang this song-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain
would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell at a flower
and sometimes it would pas a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
“I’ve found my missin’ piece,” it sang,
“I’ve found my missin’ piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’ve found my…”
“wait a minute,” said the piece,
“Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees…
I am not your missing piece,
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
Somebody’s missing piece
I don’t think I’d be yours!”
“Oh,” it said sadly,
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,”
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn’t hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right
“Hi,” it said.
“Hi,” said the piece
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe we won’t fit…”
“Well…”
“Hummm?”
“Ummmmm!”
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete
it rolled faster,
and faster.
Faster than it rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land
But it could sing its happy song.
at last it could sing
“I’ve found my missing piece.”
And it began to sing-
“I’ve frown my nizzin’ geez
Uf vroun my mitzin’ brees
So krease my meas
An bleez my drees
Uf frown…”
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all
“Aha,” it thought,
“So that’s how it is!”
So it stopped rolling…
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”Here’s a little story about the missin’ piece.
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
And it took off
it sang this song-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain
would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell at a flower
and sometimes it would pas a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
“I’ve found my missin’ piece,” it sang,
“I’ve found my missin’ piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’ve found my…”
“wait a minute,” said the piece,
“Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees…
I am not your missing piece,
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
Somebody’s missing piece
I don’t think I’d be yours!”
“Oh,” it said sadly,
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,”
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn’t hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right
“Hi,” it said.
“Hi,” said the piece
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe we won’t fit…”
“Well…”
“Hummm?”
“Ummmmm!”
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete
it rolled faster,
and faster.
Faster than it rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land
But it could sing its happy song.
at last it could sing
“I’ve found my missing piece.”
And it began to sing-
“I’ve frown my nizzin’ geez
Uf vroun my mitzin’ brees
So krease my meas
An bleez my drees
Uf frown…”
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all
“Aha,” it thought,
“So that’s how it is!”
So it stopped rolling…
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
And it took off
it sang this song-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain
would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell at a flower
and sometimes it would pas a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
“I’ve found my missin’ piece,” it sang,
“I’ve found my missin’ piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’ve found my…”
“wait a minute,” said the piece,
“Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees…
I am not your missing piece,
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
Somebody’s missing piece
I don’t think I’d be yours!”
“Oh,” it said sadly,
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,”
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn’t hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right
“Hi,” it said.
“Hi,” said the piece
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe we won’t fit…”
“Well…”
“Hummm?”
“Ummmmm!”
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete
it rolled faster,
and faster.
Faster than it rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land
But it could sing its happy song.
at last it could sing
“I’ve found my missing piece.”
And it began to sing-
“I’ve frown my nizzin’ geez
Uf vroun my mitzin’ brees
So krease my meas
An bleez my drees
Uf frown…”
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all
“Aha,” it thought,
“So that’s how it is!”
So it stopped rolling…
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Here’s a little story about the missin’ piece.
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
And it took off
it sang this song-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain
would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell at a flower
and sometimes it would pas a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
“I’ve found my missin’ piece,” it sang,
“I’ve found my missin’ piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’ve found my…”
“wait a minute,” said the piece,
“Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees…
I am not your missing piece,
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
Somebody’s missing piece
I don’t think I’d be yours!”
“Oh,” it said sadly,
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,”
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn’t hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right
“Hi,” it said.
“Hi,” said the piece
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe we won’t fit…”
“Well…”
“Hummm?”
“Ummmmm!”
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete
it rolled faster,
and faster.
Faster than it rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land
But it could sing its happy song.
at last it could sing
“I’ve found my missing piece.”
And it began to sing-
“I’ve frown my nizzin’ geez
Uf vroun my mitzin’ brees
So krease my meas
An bleez my drees
Uf frown…”
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all
“Aha,” it thought,
“So that’s how it is!”
So it stopped rolling…
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
And it took off
it sang this song-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain
would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell at a flower
and sometimes it would pas a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
“I’ve found my missin’ piece,” it sang,
“I’ve found my missin’ piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I’ve found my…”
“wait a minute,” said the piece,
“Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees…
I am not your missing piece,
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
Somebody’s missing piece
I don’t think I’d be yours!”
“Oh,” it said sadly,
“I’m sorry to have bothered you,”
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn’t hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right
“Hi,” it said.
“Hi,” said the piece
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe we won’t fit…”
“Well…”
“Hummm?”
“Ummmmm!”
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete
it rolled faster,
and faster.
Faster than it rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a stranger
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land
But it could sing its happy song.
at last it could sing
“I’ve found my missing piece.”
And it began to sing-
“I’ve frown my nizzin’ geez
Uf vroun my mitzin’ brees
So krease my meas
An bleez my drees
Uf frown…”
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all
“Aha,” it thought,
“So that’s how it is!”
So it stopped rolling…
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go
Lookin’ for my missin’ piece.”