"Lost, lost lost my stuff now it has been found, so I sing this little
song, now I will sit down"
(to the tune of Row, row, row your boat)
||My name is Tinkerbelle
I don't remember well.
I need my mommy near,
to help me
This poem is said with one index finger
pointing on your head (ballerina style) .and the other hand on your hip,
while turning and swinging your hips.