Oh, where are you, cursed Finger?
I've searched for you everywhere—just under any pillow, linger.
Vanished like that, without a trace,
you've left me here, with a frown on my face.
Through pillows and sheets I’ve turned and tossed,
but of my fingertip, there’s no sign—it’s lost!
The soul might do without it,
but I DO WANT YOU back, Finger! No doubt about that!
Has it vanished, gone on vacation?
Or maybe got lost, in some unknown location?
But is it really mine? Or is it an intruder?
A sneaky Finger? A sly accuser?
Maybe you ended up in the kitchen confusion,
Amidst pots and pans, divine conclusion!
Or maybe, you ran off to the garden,
to chase a balloon, so light and unburdened.
But I wait for you, I call from afar.
Without you, Finger, there's no star!
Maybe you've decided to take a year
away from me, on an island... or, well, maybe near!
If you find it, please bring it back—
without it, I can’t even snack!
My beloved Finger, come back to me,
because without you, I dunno what to be!
But then on the table, I spot a piece,
I stand there stunned, my heart's throbbing, won't cease.
I picked it up, with hesitation,
to reattach it or not, what a bad situation!
In the end I decided,
with a bit of glue,
to reattach the Finger.
I watch it... it holds true!
The lost fingertip, then, was found somewhere.
With a flake of adhesive, it was fixed above there.
Now it's here in its place, firm and bold,
and my smile has returned, confident and gold.
What a strange adventure, what an endless story,
this daring nursery rhyme, full of glory.
But rest assured, there's no more mystery:
I promise here and now, it's truly history!