It seems to wander in and out
As if in outer space.
It's never where I left it last.
It never stays in place.
I check each shelf and every room
And every nook and cranny,
But this is one disappearing act
That always proves uncanny
For I know I'll never find it
So I pound my fist and mutter...
I'm left bereft, alone, depressed,
Come back, O peanut butter!