失落的一角

The Missing Piece
　　
　　-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 lookin' 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 roll 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
　　
　　"Oh 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 sang sadly,
　　 "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
　　 And on it rolled.
　　
　　It found another piece
　　
　　but this one was too small.
　　
　　And this one was too big
　　
　　this one was a little too sharp
　　
　　and this one was too square.
　　
　　One time it seemed
　　to have found
　　the perfect piece
　　
　　but it didn't hold tightly enough
　　and lost it.
　　
　　Another time
　　it held too tightly
　　and it broke.
　　
　　So on and on it rolled,
　　
　　having adventures
　　
　　falling into holes
　　
　　and bumbing into stone walls.
　　
　　And then 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 else's and still be my own."
　　"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 it's 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 looking for my missin' piece
　　 Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
　　 Lookin' for my missin' piece."

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