Maisie can you run over to Grandmas?
I promised her cakes with chocolate and cream.
She has a visitor coming in for tea
She is so old she can’t get around.
Grandma is aging, her sight is not good
She can’t run for buses nor mow her own lawn
She relies on us daily to do all we can
She loves cheese on toast, made from rye bread.
Maisie set off in her flowing red cape
She never arrived we discovered much later
We looked all about, in every possible place
We found no trace despite every clue.
Maisie’s cape was found in the woods
Her basket was empty, the cakes were all gone
Grandma swears she never arrived
But neighbours saw her passing, skipping by.
Everyone had a theory of where Maisie went
The wolf some had cried, we saw it was the wolf
But we spoke to the wolf he protested his innocence
Said he’d seen Maisie over by the sheep’s pen.
Maisie’s story was told near and far
We searched and we searched, we asked and asked
But no clue emerged, we were forever lost
To explain why Maisie never arrived at Grandma’s.