The locksmith sits on the roadside
with his wares
A tilted black umbrella blocks
the sun’s glare
A mountain of master keys
heaped on the ground
Some dull, some old
Some rusty, some gold
The locksmith has the answer
to every locked door
That can’t be opened because
the key’s not there
And if you have a key that is
lonely and lost
Don’t worry, don’t fret
Don’t be sad, don’t despair
He’ll find a friendly lock
to complete the pair!
Word treasure
- wares
- — Things he sells
- master
- — Special key that opens many locks
✦ the end ✦
