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Mr Forgetful goes out to his shed

To bring back a bucket of coal,

But when he returns he sees that he's brought

A handful of nails in a bowl.



Mr Forgetful needs to put on

His waterproof shoes called galoshes,

But puts on instead his very best pair,

Tramps out through the mud and the sploshes.



Mr Forgetful rides off one day

On his bike with the very loud tooter.

His neighbours just sigh when he returns home

Riding another man's scooter.



Mr Forgetful goes down to the shop

To buy a great big, juicy steak,

But his mind is elsewhere and he returns home

With a big bag of chips and a cake.



Mr Forgetful puts the plug in his bath

Then, on his phone, talks to his daughter.

The bath soon fills up, runs over the top

And his whole house becomes filled with water.



Mr Forgetful cooks stew on his stove

While digging his garden out back.

His house fills with smoke and he rushes in

To find that his meal is burnt black.



Mr Forgetful comes home from a trip

Entering house twenty-seven

But, oh dear, two other people live there

His house is at number eleven.



Poor Mr Forgetful, his mind just goes blank,

He never remembers at all.

Whatever he sets out to do or to get

He's unlikely to ever recall.