Most paramecium don't have fingers
Most paramecium don't steal socks
But one single-celled ciliated protozoan
Of unclear ancestry but possibly Samoan
Is a sock-stealing fingered paramecium!
It's a tiny little fellow and it's got six digits
It can sense your feet, especially when you fidgets
And once it finds 'em, it steals your socks
And hides 'em in a cavern made of mud and rocks
It's just single-celled, but it's has a single focus
It's as stealthy as a bat and as quiet as a crocus
It sneaks toward your feet while you sit or while you doze
And wriggles off your socks from your ankles to your toes
You'll look down in a flash and you'll find your feet unshod
You might be angry or you might be awed
Your brand-new socks of soft, soft fleece-ium
Have just been pinched by a paramecium!
"Where are
your brand-new socks?" asks your mother
"The fleece ones I bought for you and your
brother."
And you'll have to admit, with a sense of unease-ium
They were robbed by a sock-stealing fingered paramecium!
Mom might not believe you, she might think you're being
brash
So you have to find the protozoan's secret stash
You have to find where the culprit dwells
And reveal to your mother the single cell
With the many fingers who stole your socks
And hid them in a cavern of mud and rocks
And once you've convinced her, she will ring the police-ium
To report the crime by the naughty paramecium
The police will come, catch the thief, and post bail
And the single cell will dwell in a single cell in jail.
