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·The missing piece by Shel Silverstein

 It was missing a piece.
  And it was not happy.
  So it set off in search of its missing piece.
  And as it rolled it sang this song-
      "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
      I'm looking' for my missin' piece
      Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
      Lookin' for my missin' piece."

  Sometimes it baked in the sun
  but then the cool rain would come down.
  And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
  but then the sun would come and warm it again.
  And because it was missing a piece it could not very fast so it would stop to talk to a worm
  or smell a flower
  and sometimes it would pass a beetle
  and sometimes the beetle would pass it
  and this was the best time of all.

·                                 And on it went, over oceans
      "On I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
      Over land and over seas
      So grease my knees and fleece my bees
      I'm lookin' for my missin' piece."
  through swamps and jungles
  up mountains
  and down mountains

  Until one day, lo and behold!
      "I've found my missin' piece," it sang,
      "I've found my missin' piece
      So grease my knees and fleece my bees
      I've found my..."
  "Wait a minute," said the piece.
  "Before you go greasing your knees
  and fleecing your bees..."
  I am not your missing piece.   I am nobody's piece.
  I am my own piece.
  And even if I was somebody's missing piece
  I don't think I'd be yours!"
  "Oh," it said sadly,
  "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
  And rolled on.
  It found another piece
  but this one was too small.
  And this one was too big
  this one too sharp
  and this one too square.
  One time it seemed to have found the perfect piece
  but it didn't hold it tightly enough
  and lost it.
  Another time it held too tightly
  and broke.
  So on and on it rolled,
  having adventures
  falling into holes
  and bumping into stone walls.

  And one day it came upon another piece that seemed to be just right.
  "Hi," it said.
  "Hi," said the piece.
  "Are you anybody else's missing piece?"
  "Not that I know of."
  "Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"
  "I can be someone's and still be mine."
  "Well, maybe you don't want to be mine."
  "Maybe I do."
  "Maybe we won't fit...."
  "Well..."
  "Hummm?"
  "Ummmm!"
  It fit!
  It fit perfectly!
  At last! At last!
  And away it rolled
  and because it was now complete,
  it rolled faster and faster.
  Faster than it had ever rolled before!
  So fast that it could not stop to talk to a worm
  or smell a flower
  too fast for a butterfly to land.
  But it could sing its happy song,
  at last it could sing "I've found my missing piece."
  And it began to sing-
      "I've frown my nizzin' geez
      Uf vroun my mitzin' brees
      So krease ny meas
      An bleez ny drees
      Uf frown..."
  Oh my, now that it was complete it could not sing at all.
  "Aha," it thought.
  "So that's how it is!"
  So it stopped rolling...
  and it set the piece down gently,
  and slowly rolled away
  and as it rolled it softly sang-
      "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
      I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
      Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
      Lookin' for my missin' piece."