Oh where have you gone lost button of mine?
Under the bed or hiding in my drawer,
Hiding like all my socks, in their sock shrine?
Or in my room hiding behind the door?
You are not lying plainly on my floor;
I need to find you, oh where could you be?
The others like you, you just can’t ignore;
Come back, it is not safe being lonely.
You are probably rebelling from me
And the others, trying to be unique,
But you mean the world to me, can’t you see?
I miss you—there are no words left to speak.
You’re twins cry for you, “Button, where you at?
Don’t be a sock, you are better than that.”