One day we found a gorgeous knot
It was hiding in a preacher's spot
We wouldn't keep it long we thought
We meant to write, wanted to that day
Just didn't know what words to say
Time passed and weeks slipped away
The owner of the monkey fist
Found it gone, vanished in the mist
We're sorry, we know you must feel dissed
For a good home we'll search high and low
Behind every haystack and every silo
Fear knot, your bug is safe up here in northeast Ohio