There's a handy little gizmo
That came with our TV;
To change the channel where we sit
It's easy as can be.
Now, remotes for televisions
Are great to have around;
But the trouble is at our house
The darn thing can't be found.
It begins to get exciting
When we hunker down at night;
The popcorn's made and drinks are poured
But...the clicker's out of sight.
We check the table tops nearby
And shuffle stuff around;
We dig down in the sofa cracks
Where artifacts are found.
We trek back to the kitchen
In case we left it there;
We know somebody's had the thing,
But who, and when and where?
Accusations start to flying
And tempers - how they flare;
And just before we come to blows
We find it - in dad's chair.
