I know you're in here somewhere, inside this messy flat,
I'm bound to find you someday; you're not as lost as that.
But where you are eludes me, it's come as quite a shock,
I put you down, and now you're gone, my Malabrigo Sock!
You're meant to be a shawl, you know, purple, big and smart,
It's half-done and already it's quite the work of art.
I can't get any more of you; the shop is all sold out,
The loss of you has made me blue, I have to scream and shout!
If you want to tell me where you are, that would be so much betta',
I miss my lovely colourway: Africana Violetta!