Abduction Of The Hohners

I dug-up the Hohners

Washed-up on the beach

I rinsed off the sand and

I tested the bellows

They were in good order and

I did well in accompaniment

But a call came in and

Nobody was there to answer

Then someone took the Hohners and

Hid them amidst the auction rubble

Boxes on shelves with guitars and

Someone singing Loudon Wainwright III

I could sing along, but I never knew

Who took them or where they went

You’re rather a goose

In the short-term country club